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anxiefics · 2 years

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special guest.

: ̗̀➛ ft. scaramouche x reader

: ̗̀➛ cw: none i think

: ̗̀➛ a/n: IDOL SCARAMOUCHE'S BEEN STUCK IN MY HEAD I NEED MOREE

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kunikuzushi. better known as his stage name, scaramouche. a new solo artist with a rapidly increasing amount of fans.

being the ultimate pretty boy he is, you couldn't help your little celebrity crush on him. those amethyst eyes, and those outfits that showed off his lean muscle, and his indigo hair always tousled to perfection, and—

"y/n! snap out of it!"

you blinked back to reality, a concerned-looking amber greeting you. "you alright there? i called your name three times!"

"yeah, i'm fine. what were you saying?" you smiled sheepishly.

"i said that i got us tickets to 5wirl's concert! gotta support venti and the guys, you know? and apparently, they're having a special guest tomorrow!" amber babbled excitedly.

a special guest? who could it be? you thought. surely not...

"anyways, hu tao and i are going shopping for outfits to the event, wanna come?"

thinking back to your rather bleak wardrobe, you decided on, "sure!"

⋆ ★

"y/n, y/n! try this on!" hu tao giggled, holding up a stylish black and red shirt.

you sighed. "my feet hurt. this better be the last one, okay?" you hadn't realized that they would be dragging you around the entire mall, stopping at every store.

"hm, one more 'fit after this and then we can head out!" amber bargained, eyes shimmering with glee.

"fine, fine. hand it over."

"yay!" the two shouted in delighted unison.

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"huh? where's venti?" amber asked aether, looking for her friend.

"ah, he's uh.." aether stuttered, unsure of how to word it correctly.

"he's... doing something. you should go now, it'll get crowded soon." xiao grimaced, not sounding too fond of what venti was doing.

"alright, bye xiao!" hu tao called out while walking, then whipping her phone out to take a selfie of you three. "aren't you guys glad we got vip tickets? perks of knowing the guys performing, am i right?"

"you mean i got us vip tickets. you practically begged me for them. and don't you have more mora than me? you better pay me back later!" amber huffed, hands on her hips.

"but those are for my coffin advertisement funds!" hu tao whined. "and zhongli keeps making me pay for him. something about childe refusing to be his 'human wallet'?"

"surely he didn't spend that much? after all, it is coming from your own pocket."

"trust me, amber, you do not know how much he can spend."

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“guys! it’s starting!” you held your breath in anticipation.

a wave of cheers rippled through the crowd as the spotlights flickered on, pointing at the middle of the stage. there, in all his glory, was none other than…

“i-is that venti?” amber gasped, shock evident on her face.

“holy shit, i think it is!” hu tao pulled her phone out, snapping a picture.

“um, why is he dressed like ei? don’t tell me he’s our ‘special guest.’” you mumbled the last part, trying not to let your disappointment show.

“yo, is he doing her signature move? but with a wine bottle?” someone said, voice echoing out through the shocked silence.

seconds later, whistles and applause rang through the night, as people laughed at the sight before them.

venti grinned, wielding his empty wine bottle like a mic. “thank you, thank you! but now, for our real guest…” he paused for dramatic effect.

“scaramouche!” the five band members yelled together.

the said man swaggered upstage, backlit with an assortment of purple and red lights, for more dramatic effect (you know, like the drama king he is). the fans went wild— you included.

“no fucking way!” you gaped in astonishment.

he met your wide-eyed gaze with a wink, smirking as if he heard you. head ducked away in embarrassment, you felt warmth crept up your face.

xiao donned his electric guitar, moving to stand next to scaramouche. he grabbed the mic off the stand as the teal-haired man plucked a few notes. the two shared a glance before turning to face the ever-enthusiastic crowd.

heizou rapped the wooden sticks onto the drums, while kazuha strummed the bass. aether and venti harmonized the backing vocals, as scaramouche sang the first few lines.

"指切りげんまんホラでも吹いたら針でもなんでも飲ませていただき monday" (i pinky swear, if i do tell a lie I'm willing to swallow needles, or whatever, on a Monday)

"it doesn't matter if it's sunday!" everyone joined in.

xiao sang the next few lines, leaning into his own mic.

"鏡よ鏡よこの世で1番変わることのない愛をくれるのはだれ" (Mirror, mirror on the wall, Who in the world can give me unconditional love?)

"No need to ask cause it's my darling." they sang in synchrony, and you could've sworn scaramouche was staring at you, but perhaps it was your wishful thinking.

⋆ ★

"I'll always stick with ya, my baby."

"oh my~ he's totally looking at you y/n!" hu tao elbowed you, knocking you out of your music-induced trance.

you had no time to answer as the sounds of whoops and cheers drowned your voice— not that you knew how to respond. you clapped as well, thinking that it was the best concert you've been to (because of the song. not your crush. at least that's what you told yourself.)

as people filtered out and the smoke thinned, the three of you went backstage to your other friends.

"xiao! you never told me you knew scaramouche!" you accused, jabbing a finger at him.

he shrugged. "i didn't think you needed to know."

you grabbed his shoulders, shaking him. "you know how much i listen to him! i have his cds, his merch, what do you mean i didn't need to know!?"

hu tao pulled you off of an undisturbed xiao, laughing. "i think you forgot that he's right behind you."

you whirled around, face-to-face with the scaramouche. seeing him gave you butterflies, and better yet, he was smirking at you. is this heaven? you thought. or hell? i mean, i basically told him i was a die-hard fan. so much for playing it cool.

you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"oh? i assume you want my autograph?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "or a photo, if that's more your style."

"i-uh." you internally berated yourself for not being able to speak properly.

"hm? what was that?" he leaned forward, wearing the most shit-eating grin you've ever seen.

"could you sign my ass?"

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: ̗̀➛ a/n pt. 2: song is titled "shinunoga e-wa" by fuji kaze! (think of this as a rock cover of it) lyrics are from lyrics-letra and tatatan on yt!

#scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin impact #idol scaramouche #: ̗̀➛ ro writes

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bashfulgnome · 4 months

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Merriment

Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas everyone! Here's a short, light-hearted little fic for you all. Inspired by this conversation I had a few years ago with some friends. Credit to @guilty-as-battery-charged and @kittysfigurines24 for their parts!

Felix prepared to put the finishing touches on Niceland Apartments for Christmas, now that Mr. Litwak had left for vacation. From his perch on the eastern fire escape, he wrapped and stapled a cord of garland around the white brick ledge separating the eighth and ninth floors. Nicelanders milled about below him, busying themselves with stringing lights on the trees and bushes. The golden beams of the setting sun outside the doors of the arcade lit up the strands of tinsel lining the windows, and the handyman stopped to admire everyone's work. He had left Ralph and Vanellope in charge of the lights on the front of the building, since Ralph could easily navigate the vertical space without tools and had never had a chance to decorate before. His colleague presently climbed up and down the building, stringing lights as he went, while his friend glitched between rooms to secure the lights to hooks installed along the windowsills. "Almost done?" Felix jumped in surprise, looking up to see Tamora descending from the tenth floor's fire escape. She leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. "I was just takin' in the second-prettiest sight around here before it suddenly got upstaged." He smiled and placed a hand on her leg. She grinned back and affectionately pinched her husband's reddened cheek. "With a honeyglow like that, we're not gonna need all those lights." "Well they're just about ready, and I've got the ledges all gussied up!" The handyman tied a red-and-gold bow to the corner of the garland setup. "How're the connections?" "All the bulbs are working," she replied with a thumbs-up. "I've got 'em wired up on three separate lines so the whole display doesn't have to go down if one strand burns out." "Aww thanks ladylove, that'll save me a lotta headache later in case anything takes a turn." They glanced over to where Ralph and Vanellope were finishing up, the wrecker and racer giggling at something as they threaded the ends of the wires together. "With those two, you can bet on it." Tamora leaned against the brick siding. "Best outcome's that the building's still standing." "I'm sure they'll do just fine, Tammy. Everyone’s—" "Hey Felix! All done!" Vanellope shouted from around the corner. "That's great, Vanny! You two go ahead down, Tammy and I'll be right with you!" Tamora spent the entire descent restraining a chuckle. Felix was just delighted that she felt the holiday spirit. A crowd of Nicelanders gathered around the front of the building as the four of them brought out the cables. "Ready?" Ralph shook out the cord one last time to remove any coils. "You do the honors, brother!" "Alright, drumroll please!"

Vanellope leapt up with a devious smile and pounded her hands against Ralph's head as the wrecker pushed the two plugs together. For an instant, the crowd oohed and aahed at the lights, before dissolving into muttering and horrified gasps when they noticed the particular shapes. The word "PEE" (spelled out in appropriately yellow lights) shone proudly across the entire ninth and tenth floors of the apartment building, which otherwise stood resplendent in festive bows and ribbons. From somewhere in the crowd emerged a scandalized noise—between a yelp and a bark—that could only belong to Gene, but it was quickly drowned out by two distinct peals of laughter from the pair of best friends rolling on the ground. "Ralph! Vanellope!" Felix turned to them in a panic. He hopped up and waved his arms, knowing full well it was futile in hiding the spectacle from anyone who could see their screen across the arcade. "H-hey relax Felix, we—hah!—still put up the regular ones behind it," Ralph sputtered out. "Just gotta take down the yellow string and plug in the one underneath instead." "Yeah c'mon, we planned ah-ahead!" Vanellope chimed in, struggling to stand up and popping a candy cane back in her mouth. Felix sighed and put his face in his hands. He should've known that neither of them would've dissuaded whichever one came up with the idea. How they carried out the plan in plain sight was a mystery to him; it was almost impressive. He couldn't help but have a giggle at it himself. "Oh-heh-okay, okay you two, just please put those back to normal later tonight. At least the ground display is still all—Tammy Jean!" The sergeant, who had crept off in the confusion, snickered as she set the last lovingly-crafted wooden letter in place on the building's side lawn facing East Niceland. The display originally read "MERRY CHRISTMAS" in whimsical block lettering carved by Felix himself; her tampering had rearranged it to cheerfully announce "ASS TIME". After taking a moment to admire her handiwork, she strolled over to where the rest of the group stood and fist-bumped an uproariously-laughing Ralph and Vanellope, with a bewildered Q*bert looking on. "Nice one, Sarge!" "Sugarplum! You were in on this too?!" Felix, in disbelief, attempted in vain to cover Vanellope's eyes. "I needed a diversion and they needed a parallel circuit," she shrugged. He stood in silence for a minute, looking from the lawn display to the lights, to the concerned Nicelanders, to his family gathered around him. The diminutive man took a deep breath and let out the tension in his posture. "All right fellas, I'll admit when I'm beat. You got me. And..." He risked a glance at the cutesy wooden letters again and a snort escaped him. Well, it made his gal smile, and it wasn't insulting anyone. "...that is kinda funny—" "Don’t worry, we won't tell the 'stache over there," Vanellope nudged her head in Gene's direction and hopped onto Ralph's shoulder. The mayor still grumbled to himself about the lights, martini in hand, and luckily hadn't noticed much else. "I'm sure he'll have something to say to me about it anyways. He always does..." Felix sheepishly adjusted the back of his hat as the pair headed off to take down their extra string of lights. "Hey, if it makes you feel any better, consider that an invitation for later," Tamora grinned and pointed to her rearranged display before heading back to fix it. Felix stood silent for a few seconds, then flushed at the realization. "A-ah coming—lemme give you a hand with that, Tammy!"

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Tagging some of my WIR buddies: @ask-icancraft-it @ashleybenlove @sgtcalhouns @coneygoil @kittysfigurines24 @fix-it-feesh @sadboytristan @make-it-mavis @datamining-your-heart @nijimarii @scarfboyxiv

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#wreck it ralph #hero's cuties #fix it felix jr #sergeant calhoun #wralph #vanellope von schweetz #my fanfics #fanfics #christmas

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ifhymona · 2 months

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 8 | chino moreno x reader

chapter 7 ~ chapter 9 | AO3

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i sat at a table off to the side of the big crowd of people. it had a pretty good view from where i was at. there weren’t many heads covering the stage. i wanted to be able to pay attention to their performance. plus i have no business being inside the pit.

everyone cheered as loud as they could when the band came out onto stage. i cheered with them. chino scanned the crowd then land his eyes on me, a big smile grew on his face. i think my heart just skipped a beat.

“hey, i’m chino and this is my band the deftones.” he presented the guys. “thanks for coming out to support us tonight! but before we start, i wanna give a special shoutout to our assistant y/n.” he pointed towards me. “we wouldn’t have been here tonight without her so big round of applause for her.” he clapped and everybody started clapping and cheering with him. i haven’t felt this special in a while. i grinned at chino mouthing the words thank you. he shook his head mouthing back thank you. he looked back at the crowd. “this is the deftones.”

chi started playing the beginning of one weak. everybody in the crowd made a loud roar hearing what song they were opening with. i even started to get excited once i heard what song it was. one weak is definitely one of my favorites. chino started singing and even though i’ve heard his voice before, i was in awe. his voice sounded angelic to me. like nothing i’ve heard before. nobody else’s voice goes from melodic to harsh the way chino’s does.

stephen and abe come into the song and they both sync up like they’re reading each others minds. looking at all of them together, you can just see the passion they have while performing. they all acknowledge the bond they have and take it to their advantage on stage and that’s really apparent. they all rock out on stage together and to be honest, i wish i were up there with them. they looked like they were at their happiest standing up on there.

“you guys were amazing!” i ran and gave a group hug to everybody once they walked back stage. “i knew you guys wouldn’t disappoint!”

“did you guys see me during my own summer? i felt so badass playing the first riff!” stephen boasted.

“it was badass dude! you guys were sick! i’ve never been to a show like yours! it was so thrilling!”

“imagine how it was for us upstage, y/n! i just fucking love being up on stage playing and watching everybody’s reactions. i get so exhilarated up there that i start to feel out of body.” chi chimed in.

“same bro! playing the drums during a show will always get my adrenaline running.” abe responded.

“don’t even get me started on stage diving and crowd surfing. probably one of the greatest things in life!” chino enthused.

we all sat on the couch backstage recapping on the whole show. i loved hearing them talk about being on stage and what it’s like for them. all of their experiences are so different but alike at the same time.

there were still a lot of people post show so they went out and took some photos with fans and gave autographs. it was 11 pm and we still had to take the instruments back to the garage and drop of the truck and everybody else home. i hope i’m not too tired tomorrow.

luckily the bar was allowing me to buy drinks since i was with the band so i went backstage to grab my purse for some money. as i was walking back there, i heard two very familiar voices speaking to each other.

“cmon man, you gotta be way more forward than that.” abe told chino.

“hey i was already pretty forward.” chino rose his hands up in defense. “besides, i don’t wanna do anything she doesn’t wanna do.”

“well what about the night at hot shots?” were they talking about me?

“what about the night at hot shots?” he shook his head.

“you know what i mean.” he paused. “did you pin the tail on the donkey?” a smirk grew on abe’s face.

“you’re a freak, man.” chino scoffed rolling his eyes. he laughed a little though. “i just dropped everybody off afterwards, that’s all.”

“don’t lie!” he gave chino a look, pointing at him.

chino pressed his lips together, then smirked. “i’ll admit, we did make out a bit. but to be fair we were pretty drunk and she wanted to.” he shrugged and took a swig of his beer.

what the hell was that supposed to mean chino? he knew damn well we were never drunk nor had we ever made out. he even said it like i pressured him into it.

i grabbed my bag before they noticed me and went back to the bar. i couldn’t listen to them anymore.

i sat down and called out to the bartender. “a gin tonic please!”

“y/n?” i looked up.

“ethan smith?”

“the one and only.” ethan smiled. me and ethan used to be friends back in high school but lost contact after graduation. chino never liked him for some reason. one time he even got mad at me hanging out with him at the skatepark one day. i shake off my thoughts about chino. i don’t want to think about him right now.

“how have you been? i haven’t seen you since graduation!”

“well not much. just working to be honest.” he sighed. “but this won’t be forever!”

we began chit chatting with each other about how our lives changed since high school. he served me my drink.

“so are you and camillo friends again?” he seemed curious.

“yeah, i’m actually his band’s assistant.” he sheepishly smiled while looking to the side. “what’s that look for?”

he sighed. “i just think that you shouldn’t be hanging around them.” i rose my eyebrow. “they’re rockstars who party all the time and go on benders. and you? you’re just a girl from sacramento.” no way he just told me this. right when i stopped feeling like a nobody too.

“well may i remind you that we haven’t seen each other in like two years. you don’t know me enough anymore to worry about who i’m hanging out with. you don’t know the band well enough to talk about them like that.” i snapped.

“y/n-“

“don’t y/n me.” i placed a five on the surface. “and about me being just a girl from sacramento. i can’t wait for the day to come where i’m something more than a just a girl from sacramento and can say told you so.” i scoffed and walked away.

he shouted to me. “well what if i told you camillo isn’t the guy he makes himself out to be?”

i paused in my tracks and turned my head.“that’s for chino to tell me.” what a weirdo. now i know why chino never liked him.

after hanging out at the whiskey junction for 2 hours, we had finally gotten everybody home, besides me. why are we always alone in a car past midnight?

he parked his car infront of my house and turned it off. there was this weird tension between us.

“was i good or bad tonight? be honest.” he turned to me.

“you were good, chino. i loved watching you up there.” i smiled at him but immediately dropped it to the thought of what chino said.

“what’s wrong?” he frowned.

“nothing.” i shrugged.

“y/n, i can just feel that something is wrong with you.”

“do you know it though?” i tried stalling.

“yeah i do.” he stared at me. “what’s wrong?”

i sighed defeatedly. “why did you say that me and you made out when we didn’t?” he went silent. “i mean cmon chino! you even made it seem like you didn’t even want to. do you know how shitty that felt to hear?”

he looked down at his hands and started fidgeting. “look y/n i don’t know why i said it. i just did.” he looked back up at me. “abe didn’t even believe me.”

i gave him a serious face. “really? that’s your excuse?”

“excuse? i’m being hone-“ i cut him off.

“whatever chino. i don’t want to talk about it.” i turned away from him and sat straight.

he laughed. “do you know how embarrassing it was for me to see you basically flirting with ethan smith in front of abe?” is he really trying to flip it back on me?

“what are you even talking about? ethan was the bartender! i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed me! and even if i was flirting with ethan, why does it matter to you?”

“because you’re min- my friend!” he exclaimed. it went silent. i felt his eyes on me. “im drunk and just told abe what he wanted to hear. i’m sorry, y/n, really.” he rubbed his forehead. “i’m serious about abe not believing me. i’d never lie to you y/n”.

i thought about it for a second. chino is the type to fudge the truth to look cooler. “i guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.” i shrugged.

“so am i forgiven?” he pouted.

“yes chino, you’re forgiven.” i smiled.

we sat in silence for a few minutes staring at each other. then his eyes wandered down to the rest of my body. it started to feel warm suddenly.

“i like these a lot.” he tugged on my fishnets. “i think they’re hot.” he looked back up at me and rested his hand on my thigh.

i felt my face warm up. good thing it’s dark in here. “you really think so?” i decided to indulge him.

“mhm” he hummed. he leaned toward me again. this time i didn’t turn away. i licked my lips and bit them. thank god for the liquid courage.

“were you able to impress that one person tonight?” i asked.

he softly smiled. “you tell me.”

before i could say anything, he kissed my lips. he smelt like a mixture of alcohol, cigarettes, and sweat. normally that would’ve bothered me but this time, i feel like i’ve been so touched starved, i needed this.

his tongue played around mine as he sucked on my lips. i moaned into his mouth and his grip tightened on my thigh. he used his other hand to cup my face and pull me in closer. my heart was beating so fast right now.

i felt his hand slide down and caress the in between of my thighs. my hands tugged on his hair while he placed his kisses around my swollen lips. my mind felt blank. all i could focus on was chino and his lips on me.

“you’re so fucking hot baby.” he trailed his kisses down my neck. he realized he found my neck’s sweet spot when i moaned a little too loud. he started sucking on that special spot as his hands inched upwards on my thighs. a tension started growing inside me.

i grabbed his chin and brought his lips back up to mine. i licked his lips before breathing into his mouth. his arm wrapped around my waist.

“fuck, just let me have you tonight, please baby. i need you so fucking much right now.” he moaned into my mouth. “you should’ve never wore these tonight.” he tugged at my fishnets again. i wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tightly.

a sudden knock interrupted, making us jump. “y/n! get inside right now!” my mom yelled at me. oh god, not right now mom. i gave chino an apologetic look and look down to see his total hard on he had. a wave of guilt washed over me knowing he had to go home unsatisfied. of course the first time in a while i’ve had any action, i couldn’t have this go smoothly.

“i’m sorry, chino.”

he smiled. “it’s okay princess.”

my mom banged on the window again.

“y/n!”

“yeah i’m coming!” i swung the door open and gave my mom a look. she turned over at chino.

“camillo, i was not expecting this from you!” she scolded chino.

“i’m sorry, mrs. l/n.” he let out a chuckle but immediately shut himself up. he cleared his throat. “it won’t happen again.”

“yeah my mother heard that once too.” she rolled her eyes and walked away grabbing my wrist with her. “let’s go, y/n.”

i gave chino an apologetic look again as i was being dragged away by my mom. he smiled and waved before driving away.

a/n: what do you guys think of the new chap ? i hope everyone loves it as much as i do ! this is one of my favorite chapters so please leave a like if you enjoyed it. new chap out next friday ! lots of love <3

#deftones #chino moreno #chino moreno x reader #chino x reader #abe cunningham #chi cheng #stephen carpenter #nu metal #bands #music #mall goth #goth #emo #metalhead #grunge #1990s #1990s nu metal #1990s aesthetic

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kittyball23 · 11 months

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Out of the Zone (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: A glimpse of BroZone’s final moments together

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"Why are you acting like this?" The question came out in a combination of frustration and exasperation, the teal Trolling in sunglasses who had uttered it flinging his arms out at his brothers. To him, they were being entirely unreasonable out of nowhere. To the others, this was not the case. "Because I'm tired of it, JD!" Spruce exclaimed. "You're always mentioning that you're the leader - " "Uh, that's because I am," John Dory cut in. He shut his mouth when Spruce held up a finger. "SHH! I'm not finished," the purple Trolling said harshly. "Like I said, you're always mentioning that you're the leader. Well, you know what? A 'leader' listens. A 'leader' lets the group make decisions to-ge-ther." He enunciated each syllable of the last word. "You're just one Troll, and you're not the boss of everything!" "Yeah?" JD said, getting annoyed. "Well, someone has to be the boss. Somebody's gotta remind you guys why we're in this band. Somebody's gotta show you the ropes!" "Yeah, well, if ya ask me, you're showing us more of your uptightropes," Clay said, snickering at his own joke and nudging Spruce so that he could laugh along with him. The purple Trolling did not find the joke funny, however, and whirled on the yellow Trolling. "You pick the worst times to joke about stuff, you know?" he grumbled. "Can't you take something serious for once?" Clay frowned, not appreciating his dismissal. "Wow, okay. As if you're Mr. Perfect. The guy who's more concerned about what girl's heart he's gonna break next!" Spruce glared at him. "No, I'm the guy who's more concerned about what the future of our band is. Maybe if you're not so busy with your silly pranks and actually got your head in the game, you'd see that!" Clay shook his head and crossed his arms, not liking how his usually chill brother was behaving. "Like you haven't laughed at some of them," he muttered, making note to get back at Spruce with one of his so-called 'silly pranks.' Unable to help himself, Floyd spoke up. "Well, some of them aren't really that funny. I hated that time you did what you did with my eyeliner." The magenta Troll shuddered to even recollect the horrible, bright neon green that had been on his eyelids. Clay rolled his eyes. "Whatever! It was funny to me. And as long as it's funny to someone is what counts." JD ignored the little scuffle between the Trollings, wanting to get clarification. "Why is it that you're backing out of the dream, bro?" "Dude, he never said that," Floyd piped up, trying to show support. It wasn't met positively however. "I can answer my own questions, thanks," Spruce said, a little annoyed at his brother's interference. "I'm just trying to help," Floyd said. "Well it's best you don't," Spruce snapped.

Floyd frowned. "This involves me just as much as you guys. I write a lot of the songs here, in case you forgot! Like you always like to forget about me," he said spitefully and crossing his arms. "Just because you're older doesn't mean you can think that you're better!"

"We don't think we're better," Clay said, "we know we're better!" Not at all meaning it, he laughed, hoping Floyd would laugh at this joke too, but the magenta Trolling shot him a dirty look. Clay rolled his eyes. When did his brothers become such party-poopers?

"Cry me a river, Floyd! You seem to be real good at that, too!" JD snapped, annoyed. "And if you're talking about that one song you showed me the other day, I already told ya we can't do it. Not all of us have that vocal range!"

"You mean you don't have that vocal range," Floyd muttered, knowing very well that he could hit the required notes, and knowing that JD likely didn’t want to feel like he was being upstaged.

"What does it matter if we're all singing songs and everyone likes them, anyway?" JD challenged. "As long as my band is popular, why does it really matter?" Spruce gawked at him. "YOUR band, huh?" The purple Trolling shook his head. "I knew it." "I mean our band, ours!" JD quickly tried to correct himself. "OURS. Geez, Spruce, I thought Floyd was the sensitive one here!"

"It has nothing to do with being sensitive," Spruce said. "It has to with the fact that I feel like I can't trust you anymore, JD!" he blurted before he could help himself. He instantly regretted it, however, noting how crushed the aquamarine Trolling looked as a result of his words. It felt like a harsh thing to say. But, the more he thought about it, the more the regret began to dwindle away. This really was the way that Spruce felt, and seeing that Clay and Floyd were not quick to jump in and protest, he knew that they likely felt the same way, too.

"Actions speak louder than words do, JD," Spruce said. "And so far, you've been doing a lot of talk and not coming through with any of the promises you've said."

JD swallowed, thinking hard. Had he... had he really been as blind to his brothers as Spruce was making it seem?

NO! His conscience nearly screamed at him. You're doing what is best for the band. And if Spruce, and Clay, and Floyd can't see that, well, then... then...

JD's face hardened. "All right then. Problem solved." He clapped his hands together once and plastered an insincere smile on his face. "I'm going to be removing myself from the equation, then. I say it's about time the world gets introduced to John Dory, the solo artist, anyhow, without anyone else holding me back. Don't you think?"

A part of Spruce wanted to stop his brother's train of thought. He did not like where the situation was heading, but at the same time the purple Trolling was angry. It wasn't an emotion he usually felt, his demeanor usually that of good vibes, but even he had his limits. This was one of those times that it couldn't be helped. He really had had enough of JD's controlling ways. And right now, he wasn't about to move over to stop his brother – his closest brother in bond amongst the bunch, admittedly – from walking out the door that he was making his way towards. "Agreed," he simply said. He knew the anger he felt would go away eventually. He wasn't the kind to hold much of a grudge, and perhaps one day he might even be happy to see JD again. But he also knew that it would likely not be for a long, long time.

JD glared at Spruce, his hard gaze drifting over to Clay and Floyd, too. He shook his head, that small part of him not really wanting to leave. But they had a lesson to learn. "Who knows," he said, his anger getting the best of him. "Maybe I'll even find better brothers than you guys."

"So you can treat them the same way you've been treating us?" Spruce asked, but JD didn't hear. The aquamarine Troll was already gone, sunglasses, teal vest and all.

A silence hung in the air for a moment.

Then, Floyd spoke.

"Guys, we can still make this work out," he said, hopefully, peering at his brothers. "Look, we can maybe be a quartet until JD decides to come back, and then we can be BroZone again, right?"

Clay scoffed. "And I thought I was the funny one," he muttered, starting to walk off.

"Yeah, who put you in charge now?" Spruce said, frowning at the magenta Trolling.

"I'm not trying to be in charge," Floyd said defensively. "I just don't want things to end like this for us." He sighed and rubbed an arm, unable to look his brother in the eyes.

Something flashed across Spruce's face. Perhaps regret? Floyd couldn't be sure, as it was gone the very next second and the purple Trolling frowned. "Cut the sap, Floyd. Can't you see it's over? Save your breath for your solo career."

With that, Spruce rolled his eyes and waved a dismissive hand at them as he walked off, muttering something under his breath about needing a vacation as he too walked out the door. Left alone in the silent pod were only Floyd and Branch now.

Branch had so far been a silent witness to everything, standing to the side and hovering by the magenta Trolling's legs. The baby stared wide-eyed after Clay and Spruce, not quite understanding things completely but knowing something was very, very wrong. Why were his brothers leaving? Why weren't they singing and dancing and hugging like they all usually did? Distress starting to prick at him, Branch peered up at Floyd, confiding in the magenta Trolling for some kind of answer.

Floyd stared down pitifully at his baby brother for a long moment and then sighed. "Branch," he began, trying to sound as gentle as he possibly could. "We're... out of sync."

Branch cocked his head, as if to say "Huh?"

Floyd nodded slowly. "You see, we've gone from boys to men, and now there's only one direction for us to go." He gestured out the front door. "The backstreets."

Branch blinked at him. What was Floyd talking about? Branch knew Floyd was poetic, but he wished that his brother wasn't talking in these confusing riddles right now.

Floyd seemed to get this vibe off of the little one and he kneeled down, putting a hand on his small blue shoulder. "It's time for us all to move on, Branch."

Branch whimpered at this, and Floyd patted him on the back. "I know it sounds a little scary. But it's really not. We all have to move on sometime. You'll understand someday." With that he stood up and began to make his way over to the door. But suddenly, he paused. The magenta Trolling then whirled around and knelt at Branch again, scooping the baby into a tight hug. Branch liked hugs from his brothers, but this one was a different kind of hug. He didn't know what exactly it was that made it different, but Floyd did, and it was tearing the magenta Trolling's heart apart. This was a goodbye hug.

"I'm going to miss you," Floyd whispered, his voice on the verge of breaking and the familiar sting of tears starting to pool in his eyes. "Please don't forget me." He held on a moment longer, his grip tightening slightly before it finally went slack and he released the baby. Then he shuffled off and began to move to the door. Branch began to toddle after him, but Floyd put a hand up and shook his head. "No, Branch. You have to stay. Someone has to be the man of the house." He forced a chuckle, but wasn't really feeling all that into it. "Take care of Grandma for us, okay?"

Branch glanced worriedly up at his brother, but did not put force any resistance. He stepped back, watching as Floyd shot him one last sad smile and then turned to leave.

It was only after he'd made sure that the pod was far behind him that Floyd allowed his tears to fall.

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A/N: I think there were multiple factors at play when it came to BroZone’s disbanding. This is just my wild guess 🤷

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #brozone #john dory #spruce trolls #clay trolls #floyd trolls #branch trolls #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

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noxexistant · 11 months

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For your consideration:

Blink is regularly trying to upstage Jack and prove he can be a good enough leader (he stepped up when Jack was in the Refuge, why did he have to step back down?). He gets angry at times and can't always make rational decisions under pressure. There's a reason he's not usually leader.

But Jack starts asking his thoughts on things, getting his opinion when he's in a headspace when he can think clearly. Letting Blink feel like his thoughts finally matter. And Blink starts to feel like maybe he doesn't need to be leader, because Jack still values him.

oh i loooove this

blink is constantly chasing after the position of leader because he feels like he has to - sometimes because he wholeheartedly believes (when delusional) he deserves it or is meant for it - but when he’s clear-headed he’s not entirely sure he even wants it. he just…wants to have it, wants to be worth that, wants to prove that he’s just as good as jack. he’s not worth anything if he’s stuck behind him, below him. he wants to be worth something.

but he also knows that he’s not a good leader. not a consistent one, at least. he has moments of being good, and he really does try, and he sincerely loves everyone else in the gang, but then he gets stressed or angry or overwhelmed. he starts getting paranoid that the others are talking about him, resenting him, because he’s different - not one of them - when he’s leader. he makes impulsive decisions that put himself and the others at risk, he gets aggressive when any of them challenge him or even just don’t do as he says immediately, he sees anyone - but especially racer and crutchie, jack’s favourites - as competition. he starts hating jack, and he doesn’t like that. he doesn’t want to be like that, feel that way about his friends, be stuck between this overwhelming pressure or absolute worthlessness.

it helps so much when jack starts asking for his input. at first, blink doesn’t really understand it. he thinks maybe jack’s mocking him, maybe trying to use him, but if blink makes a suggestion and jack likes it he’ll announce it to the room just like that - “‘ey, blink’s got a good idea! he says—“

and the others, like they always do, start to follow jack’s lead. blink knows some of them are a little afraid of him, especially since his few stints as leader and the outbursts he’d had during that time, but steadily they start trusting him and coming to him for advice. jack won’t finalise decisions until himself, race, and crutchie (and davey) are all in agreement, and suddenly blink finds himself on that committee too. if he doesn’t like something, the whole thing gets put on hold until jack can work something out with him. suddenly, blink doesn’t feel like he has to overcompensate for not being jack, and that in itself helps him keep a clearer head.

“why’re you askin’ me?” he asks gruffly, on a rougher day, when jack asks him what they should do about something. “you’re here. you’re the leader, jack. you don’ need me.”

jack scoffs. “‘course i need you. i needs all’a youse. ain’t any use tryin’ to be a leader all by myself. i don’t got many good ideas, you guys gotta fill in the gaps.”

blink doesn’t really know what to say to that, doesn’t know how to rationalise jack so openly admitting as their leader that he doesn’t always know what to do - that he relies on them too. jack must notice it, because he steps a little closer and claps a hand on blink’s shoulder - on his far side from his bad eye - and squeezes. “‘ey, we all got each other’s backs, blink. you back me up, i back you up. i trust you.”

blink swallows the urge to tell him that he shouldn’t. that blink’s dangerous at best. instead, he manages a tight, lopsided sort of smile.

“so, if i says we should soak ‘em?”

jack grins back at him, amused. “i’d at least hear you out.”

#answered #whistlingstarlight #kid blink #jack kelly #my writing #my headcanons

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cyberwulf · 7 months

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Hanamusa AU Cassidy/Prof Oak nonsense

My stupid brain keeps thinking about Cassidy going to Jessie and Delia's wedding in Yamujiburo's Hanamusa AU and winding up talking to (and maybe more) Professor Oak so here's me exorcising it from my brain, or something.

Background: Cassidy (and Butch) left Team Rocket in canon some time before the Journeys arc. Cassidy ran a restaurant until James' Morpeko ate all the food. In Yam's Hanamusa AU she and Jessie are exes. Cassidy finds out that Jessie's dating Delia when the two inadvertently book a vacation at the cabin she runs in the mountains.

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"Cassidy, isn't it?"

Cassidy glanced to her right, rolled her eyes, and blew out a breath. It figured Jessie's new wife would know -

"Professor Oak, right?"

The older man nodded. "The last time we met, I believe you were tying me up."

Cassidy sighed again. She'd just made a beeline for the bar. Now she wished she'd taken an extra few seconds to see who was nearby. Though maybe it wouldn't have mattered. Practically everyone at this pokey little wedding knew who she was. Just wishful thinking to hope that no-one would bring up her past.

"You remember that, huh."

His reply made her straighten up.

"Well, there aren't many beautiful women who've put me in that position."

Cassidy stared at him for a few moments. There was a glass of whiskey in front of him, and she wondered idly how many he'd had.

"Are you flirting with me, gramps?"

Oak glanced her up and down, then shrugged. "Just stating a fact."

Cassidy couldn't hold back a smirk. He was flirting with her. The nerve. The delusional nerve. Before she could respond, he continued,

"Friend of the bride, I assume?"

Cassidy chuckled. "You could say that." She had a sip of her drink. "Gotta be pretty hard up for friends if you're inviting your ex to your wedding."

"...Ah."

Well, damn. That was supposed a jibe at Jessie-Jess, but instead of laughing with her Oak was staring sombrely into his drink. What he said next didn't make Cassidy feel any better.

"Here on your own?"

How did he know? Cassidy cleared her throat and tossed back the rest of her cocktail.

"Yeah," she managed. "I uh, I called Biff but... he had something to do."

The silence between them stretched, until finally the unease that had been building inside her all day came out.

"I don't know why I came," she confessed quietly. "I - don't know what I was hoping for. I can't even make fun of her weight." She gazed over at the dance floor, where the newlyweds were swaying together among a handful of other couples. "Look at her."

Oak followed her gaze, taking in the sickening sight of Jessie and whatshername staring lovingly into each other's eyes, dreaming of growing old together.

"I must say," he remarked, "I've never seen Delia so happy. And I was at her first wedding."

Cassidy caught the bartender's attention. "Same again over here." She glanced at her unexpected companion. Oak's glass was empty. "And for him."

She was surprised when he chuckled. "What?"

"Just remembering the last time a woman bought me a drink." He smiled. "Let's just say... we were somewhere else fifteen minutes later."

Did he just wink at her? Cassidy eyed the professor as she sipped her cocktail. He wasn't bad looking in his little tux. And at least he was paying her some attention. She wasn't out to upstage the brides or anything - she wasn't that crazy - but so far James had gotten more compliments than her.

"So... you've known..."

"Delia," Oak reminded her.

"...for a long time, huh?"

The professor nodded. "Practically her whole life."

Cassidy swirled her drink idly. "And you're... okay with her and Jessie?"

"We have our differences," Oak admitted. "But we both love Delia. And Ash. Look at this."

He traced a finger just under his eye, and when Cassidy leaned in she spotted a thin, silvery scar.

"...She cut you?"

"No," Oak laughed. "It's a gash from a Razor Leaf attack. Jessie stitched it closed." He had a mouthful of whiskey. "Although I must say, her bedside manner leaves a lot to be desired. 'You stupid old man, a little higher and you'd be blind right now.'"

Cassidy chuckled. "Now that's the Jessie-Jess I know." She finished her drink. "Good to know she hasn't gone completely soft."

"Definitely not a word I'd use to describe her," Oak agreed.

Cassidy set her glass back on the bar and glanced across the room again. Jessie and Delia were sitting at one of the tables. Jessie was talking to some other guests, but Delia was looking right at her. She reached out and trailed a finger down the professor's arm.

"So... how long's it been since I bought you that drink?"

Immediately his demeanour changed.

"No."

Cassidy drew back, frowning at his sudden iciness. "What the hell? You came on to me -"

"I was flirting with a beautiful woman who looked a little down," Oak replied sharply. "But I'm not going to leave my best friend's wedding to help you work out your feelings about Jessie."

Pity-flirting?! Cassidy felt her blood boil with rage and humiliation.

"Hey, you started this!" she snapped.

"And now I'm finishing it," Oak replied firmly. He placed some cash on the bar. "Have the next one on me. It was nice chatting to you."

He slid off his barstool, and Cassidy glared at his back as he walked away.

Professor Oak was preposterously short.

"Your loss, gramps," she muttered.

#hanamusashipping #cassidy/oak #my fanfic #tiny damaged notions #pokemon

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bleachbleachbleach · 2 years

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I feel like there was another scene -- I think it was in one of the movies? Where Hitsugaya and Mayuri seemed to have a weird rivalry thing going on, which cracked me up then, and your post about the bount arc cracks me up now; im gonna have to go and rewatch that episode at least 😂 it's like the anime staff decided these two NEED to beef and I support them for it

Oh gosh, I am RACKING my brain to remember this movie scene. Normally my brain is a steel trap for inconsequential blorbo scenes and I simply forget everything else, but I got nothin'--clearly once we're done with our anime rewatch we'll have to do yet another movie rewatch!

In the meantime, I'm taking this ask as an opportunity to GUSH AT LENGTH about one of my favorite scenes in the entire anime, my second-favorite captain's meeting, a scene that involves stellar moments for Mayuri, Hitsugaya, Kyouraku, AND includes bonus Byakuya????? Made for me.

Top Scenes: That One Meeting Where Mayuri Hates Hitsugaya Specifically For Some and/or No Reason

Okay, to set the stage a little: At some earlier point, Hitsugaya gets put in charge of some kind of Bount operation. This is separate from Renji already having been sent to Karakura, and Rukia also having been sent to Karakura on yet another separate detail.

By "in charge" I mean he delegates this to a slate of officers, which he carefully chose according to the parameters "Matsumoto and whoever was around, I guess": So it's Matsumoto, Yumichika, Hisagi, and Kira. Of these, Yumichika dis-invites himself, and Hisagi and Kira definitely should not have been deployed to the Living World, because they have no captains and definitely have shambles they probably should be unshambling, but whatever.

Through no real fault of the VC’s own and all the fault of "this is not at all the level of response this mission required," the Bounts find their way to Soul Society. The Bounts, who are very efficient, go CLEAR TO KUSAJISHI to foment an uprising.

Matsumoto reports back to Hitsugaya, and Hitsugaya, in the absolute weirdest possible way, recruits Renji to this Bount-finding agenda. (Hisagi and Kira go back home to do some unshambling, I assume.) Lots of very entertaining bullshit happens, Byakuya out-weirds Hitsugaya because heaven forbid he ever be upstaged in that regard, there's a lot of running and very little accomplishing, and the Bounts literally just walk into the Seireitei.

So, in perfect fairness, if Hitsugaya's charge was to keep that from happening, he legitimately did a horrible job and Mayuri's speaking truths here:

It's a true critique, but is it a fair critique? Probably not, because this never should have been just Hitsugaya's job in the first place. That's absurd! But that's also how the Gotei works, so sure, I'll throw my vote in with Mayuri.

Buy why does he bring it up at all?

Mayuri

Not that he's alone in this sentiment, but I feel like Mayuri is the pinnacle of "let's keep this meeting moving so we can all get out of here." He hates all of these people and spending time with them is unstimulating and pointless. From that maybe you'd think he'd constantly be calling out his colleagues' failings, but what does that really do but extend the meeting? So I think it's fascinating (read: hilarious) that he goes out of his way to criticize Hitsugaya here, especially since he does so by comparing Hitsugaya's failure to Soi Fon's success.

Criticizing Hitsugaya is important enough to him that he's willing to implicitly praise Soi Fon in the process!! And even though they're poisonbuds, Mayuri's gotta hate Soi Fon, too. She's too straightforward and down-to-business, and has no curiosity for the sake of curiosity. So his hatred of Hitsugaya here is on some entirely different level here. And for what? The crime of being square?? (Yes.)

I don't think it actually has anything to do with Hitsugaya having failed this Bount task. These guys barely cared the Seireitei got invaded last week; they don't seem to care all that much more now. Plus, Mayuri's already had his fill of Bount shenanigans and is one of the reasons the Bount made it to Soul Society in the first place. He knows this. He knows that this accusation could easily be turned back on him (and it is). BUT IT'S STILL WORTH IT, JUST FOR A SHOT AT PUBLICLY HATING HITSUGAYA.

It's so worth it that the meeting legitimately moves on and Byakuya offers a slate of extremely useful feedback with regard to Kariya's abilities, blah blah.

But Mayuri don't care:

LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT THAT LITTLE FINGER. HE'S BENDING FORWARD JUST SO HE CAN LOOM OVER HITSUGAYA.

THERE'S JUST

A WHOLE

THING

HAPPENING HERE.

Maybe Mayuri dislikes Hitsugaya because Hitsugaya is the designated "tensai" of the Gotei and Mayuri feels threatened by that, but I don't personally buy that. I've seen people discuss Hitsugaya being a "genius" as a translation for "tensai," and associating the genius with like, MENSA shit or whatever. But "tensai" is more about talent for/potential in some specific thing, not just IQ or book-smarts. I don't think Hitsugaya would particularly excel at labwork in the 12th. I mean, he'd probably be very hirable. But Hitsugaya's actual talent happens to be strong interpersonal skills when it comes to one (1) ice dragon and, concomitantly, being a quick study of developing and controlling large quantities of reiatsu. Which are very impressive but not impressive (or threatening) to Mayuri, because why would he care about any of that? He would not. (I personally think Hitsugaya gets more interesting to Mayuri post-TYBW, because wtf is up with that bankai, but this is the Bount Arc, baybeeeee!)

Idk, I guess I have difficulty believing that Mayuri gives enough of a shit about Hitsugaya to hate him specifically, which is why I find this scene so entertaining. Because he clearly does hate him specifically. It's just that there's no reason here, no set of proofs and measures. HE JUST HATES HIM. XDD And I am very satisfied by this.

Like, I'm 100% on board with the idea that Mayuri hates Hitsugaya specifically because they have to stand next to each other in these meetings, and repeated proximity in the context of meetings Mayuri detests just rubbed off on whatever object happened to be closest, and that object was Hitsugaya. Love it, no notes.

Hitsugaya

Hitsugaya, for his part, doesn't actually disagree with Mayuri's critique:

This is one of the things I really enjoy about Hitsugaya: He tends to be straightforward about his failings, but in a very self-possessed way. He doesn't try to defend himself here, but also isn't self-flagellating about it. He's just like, this is an objective assessment and I'll own that. He's not going to wallow--just take the L and move forward. (Whether this holds for Hinamori/Aizen-related things, ymmv, but that's inescapably personal.)

He's consistent about this through the arc, too--Matsumoto apologies to him for the way the Advance-Advance Team mission went, and he tells her that since he's the one who deployed them, any blame is his, not hers.

But back to this scene: His affect is in diametric opposition to Mayuri's here--Mayuri hyperpersonalizes the critique, but while Hitsugaya might respect Mayuri's talents and intel, but it's not like Mayuri's personal opinions are worth anything to him. Because Mayuri's opinion of him doesn't matter, Hitsugaya doesn't take this personally. He doesn't respond to Mayuri--just to Yamamoto.

I mean, he definitely looks annoyed by Mayuri:

But tbh I think that's more because he finds Mayuri generally irritating, and he--like everyone else at this meeting, EVEN KOMAMURA, YAMAMOTO'S #1 FAN, LOOK AT HIS FACE--doesn't want to be at this meeting any longer than he has to be, not because Mayuri has personally insulted him in any way that matters.

On the other hand, the second bonkers thing about this meeting is that Yamamoto either 1) agrees that Hitsugaya fucked this shit up, and needs to be fired from this project, or 2) has decided that it should not have been relegated to the docket of one single Gotei captain to begin with--but admitting this shows weakness so he cannot.

Whatever the reason, Hitsugaya is relieved of his duties, and this part does perhaps upset him in ways that Mayuri didn't. He's definitely surprised by it.

But after this, he also... doesn't seem to meaningfully change the way he's been working the Bount issue? Because even though Yamamoto says every division is going to work solo, from there on out, Hitsugaya is still somehow in charge of dealing with an attack on the 7th (because Komamura is guarding Yamamoto for some reason); is actively getting intel from/collaborating with Renji and Isane; and at some point is like, "shit, I didn't ever give the 11th any orders" because Zaraki's not around. Even though he is not in charge of any of those divisions or any of those people and explicitly got fired from having to be in that role! And, one assumes, is still vaguely in charge of the 5th because he's been doing their paperwork and Hinamori isn't even mentioned in this arc. Because orders or no orders, SOMEONE's gotta do it.

Kyouraku

Kyouraku spends this whole arc poking Mayuri with a stick, and I'm here for it. I just think Kyouraku always has such an interesting affect--playful, but in an aloof way, and in this case certainly not a loving way. I feel like he definitely interacts with Mayuri the way a much older entity would see Mayuri's whole yappy dog routine here:

I like Kyouraku for a lot of reasons that I won't enumerate in detail here, but he's always very generous toward Hitsugaya, and I have fondness for him for that.

Like, Kyouraku is old as dirt and has seen and done some shit, and Hitsugaya is very much not, and has also seen and done comparatively little. But from the vantage point of his thousands of years, Mayuri and Hitsugaya still come across very differently, and this shows in the way he treats them.

Kyouraku still gets bemused and/or a little jaded-aloof by some of Hitsugaya's life choices (I'm thinking about the scene at the beginning of the reigai arc where Hitsugaya is super mad about Matsumoto failing to report in on time, and Kyouraku and Ukitake are just like "lololol"), but he regularly calls Hitsugaya by his title, even though there is absolutely no reason whatsoever why he would need to, and he steps to Mayuri here. I just think he's neat.

#i did not remotely try to keep this brief #i'm posting it at midnight on a friday so what does it matter? XD #but the tl;dr version is 'i love that mayuri hates hitsugaya specifically for some reason'#and my favorite version of his story is the one where mayuri hates hitsugaya specifically for NO reason #hitsugaya doesn't value mayuri's opinions anyway #also kyouraku can be a very nice man #hitsugaya toushirou #kurotsuchi mayuri #kyouraku shunsui #bount arc #bleach anime #asks #no brain just bleach

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decepti-thots · 2 years

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Rodimus or Pharma for the meme?

let's doooo pharma <3

The moment I loved them most: oh my god it's gotta be that ICONIQUE TM moment where adaptus strolls on page possessing pharma during the LL finale arc and then gets upstaged by the corpse he is possessing because pharma is just. too MUCH to not get a word in. it's fantastic. it's a standout moment in that entire finale imo. pharma is one of those characters i think just IMMEDIATELY lifts a story the second he's on panel with just how strongly he always makes his presence known, and the weird little metatextual layer to it that brings for me is so good. pharma will interrupt your possession of him to moon over his not-even-an-actual-ex while he commits hideous murder and that is JUST as it should be. i adore pharma.

The moment I hated them most: i am going to cheat. i never hate pharma. literally cannot come up with a moment that even tangentially approaches 'hate'. every reaction i have to pharma is best described as 'glee'.

The moment I understood them most: how miserable he is on delphi is like... relateable, dude. when you have a job that isn't COMPLETELY shitty but is like 50% too stressful and your team is understaffed and none of your friends are great at keeping in touch and they all live ages away now, and it's grinding you down a bit, so now you're all grumpy and your co-workers are sick of you. i've worked in customer service long term, i get that.

...i mean obviously then we find out about the MURDER BRIBES but like. other than that, very relateable.

#ask meme

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crystalcow · 3 years

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Could I get early morning pillow talk with the cc damp members, you can do as many as you feel comfortable with!

𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑇𝑎𝑙𝑘//𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚 𝑠𝑚𝑝

Masterlist

DreamWasTaken, Wilbur Soot, Quackity !r !cc//Tommy, Tubbo, ranboo !p !cc

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: fluff for all those who are tired of angst

⋆┈┈｡ﾟ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ﾟ｡┈┈⋆

I arose from my silent dream, a cold breeze fanning upon my shoulders from the open window. I was ready to rise up when I felt an arm tugged around my waist. I looked over, seeing my lover smiling at me.

“Were you admiring me?”

“Yes you’re really cute when you sleep.”

Dream

“What are you doing awake so early?” I asked running my fingers through his blond locks. They’re a little tangled and messy, yet still soft as always.

“I couldn’t go back to sleep, and you looked so pretty in the dark.” We both silently laughed as he pecked my forehead. I rested my head on his chest, digging my face into his dream tshirt. “Really you wear your own merch to sleep?” “You always wear my hoodies! And plus, gotta support the brand.”

He made sure not to raise his voice so loud, careful to not wake the other boys in the house. “We should close the window, it’s getting chilly.” I muttered seeking out the rising sun. Pink and orange sky’s and the clouds above.

“No, I’m comfortable right where I am. Plus the sky looks really nice, Mojang did a nice job replicating it.” I groaned into his chest, pulling the blanket closer to the both of us. “Maybe you should start streaming other games, Minecraft’s getting into your head too much.”

I felt his head shoot up, a small pout on his face. “Maybe I should actually start streaming.” We both giggled, a small wheeze admitting from the man.

“God I love you.”

“I guess I could say the same..”

“Clay!” “Sorry sorry, I love you too my shnokem pie.” “I take it back I hate you.”

Wilbur soot

“I’m glad that your awake now, I was getting lonely.” He smiled tracing the outline of my face. “How could I ever be so rude, my sincerest apologize Mr Gold.” My previous sleep deprivation and the un casualty of waking up early, seething through my brain.

“You became really British there-“ he laughed as I hid myself into the pillow. I cringed at the white noise machine we got a couple days ago, loud whale noises roaring through the room. “We should probably switch that, it clearly didn’t help.”

I nodded at Wills suggestion, leaning over to the night stand switching it to rain noises. “That’s seemingly better, I think it’s lower now.” I layer down closer to Will, moving to his side as he placed his head on my shoulder.

Its always nice being able to play with his hair, considering there’s usually a beanie. “Shampoo ran out, I was disappointed having to use the hotel ones.”

“The hotel ones aren’t that bad, it’s resourceful.” I scoffed, huffing before plopping down into my spot. I shrieked as a loud bolt of lighting sounded throughout the room. Will lightly laughed pulling me closer to him, turning off the white noise machine.

“Let’s get a dog.” “Yeah I’d prefer that..”

Quackity

“Hello,” I whispered as Alex pulled me impossibly closer to him. “Morning..” He grumbled, the seething light that managed to shine through the curtains dawning upon us.

“I was up most of the night working on some dream smp lore shit.” I hummed, urging him to go on as our bodies stayed tangled together. “I have so many plans for Las Navadas, I took some inspirations from the casinos in Vegas.”

I smiled remembering our time there, “Those casinos were fun but surely it can’t upstage Minecraft.” He laughed, tiger came onto the bed plopping down to where my legs were.

“Com’re buddy!” I brightened up as the kitten complied. He pawed at the two of us, the heat from the Mexico weather clinging onto the room. “Want to continue?”

I’ve heard of the lore he’s been planning for ages now, even helping out as much as I could. You can easily see it in his eyes, how much passion he has for the things he loves. “I talked to Dream about doing that, we changed things up but managed to come up with something I think you’ll really like.”

“My love?” I moved long hair out of his face. “Oh sorry am I rambling?” I shook my head almost instantly. “Nono! I just want to tell you, I love you.” He scrunched up his nose as I placed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Your making me soft..” “Isn’t it great!”

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SLEEPOVER

I rolled around on the floor acidentally hitting my head on the side of the bed. Groaning, holding my nose as I heard laughter from above. I sat up looking over the edge,

“Stop laughing at me!”

“Sorry your just an idiot”

Tommy Innit

I glared at him as he started cackling, the both of us quieting down as we heard rattling from the hallway. “Shit pretend to go to sleep.” I wheezes hearing Tommy hit his head on the headboard.

“Quiet down the two of you before one of you gets sent home!” Mother innnit yelled from outside the door. My eyes widened, the both of us using all our might to contain our laughter. Everything’s always funnier when your not allowed to laugh..

Once we could hear the door shut from down the hallway, I muffled the laughter with my blanket. “Shut the fuck up now.” I rolled my eyes at the boy, raising up to place my chin on the mattress.

“Lets play animal crossing, wheres your switch?” I perked up, “it’s charging, plus it’s too early for me.” He grabbed the pillow next to him and shoved it at my face.

I snorted placing it underneath me. “What did you think of the vlog today? Do you think people will like it, I mean I had fun so.” I thought about it, and how tiring today was.

“We did a lot of sight seeing around there, but I think the part where Freddie shot us with the nerf guns was really funny.” He mumbled something to himself which I couldn’t really hear or decipher. Maybe something to tell his editor or whatever.

“Maybe next time we should do a shopping challenge, kinda like what we did for Tubbos vlog. I think the people would love to see me and Will try to dress you up in a new style.”

“Yeah like that would ever happen.” “YeAh lIke tHat wOulD evEr hApPen” I mocked. “Fuck off,” “You really can’t get rid of me.”

Tubbo

“Do you think that if we get an egg and a chicken, that we can determine which came first.” The boy brought up from the couch. We both agreed on a bet earlier to who would get the couch and who would get the bed.

“We have the money.. But wouldn’t that just be a waste of both an egg and chicken?” I can hear the gears moving along in his head. “Should we cook them first? We can try out my new appliances.”

I pursed my lips into a thin line, suddenly feeling awake. “Toby, did you buy more kitchen shit from Amazon?” Small chuckles admitted from the boy across the room. “Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t..” I slapped my hand across my face.

“What should we have for breakfast then?” I asked, the thought of food making my stomach grumble. “Oh no nonono, you are not allowed anywhere near my baby’s.” I laughed moving onto my side. “Baby’s, really!”

He was quick to nod moving his hands around, “The last time you did my toaster exploded!” I shuffled around frantically, “It didn’t blow up!” I shouted in protest. “Yeah right, tell that to toasty..” “YOU NAMED IT?!”

Ranboo

“Are you okay?” He asked peeking down the bunk bed the both of us bought. “What do you think!” I put my hand over my mouth, “What do you think.” I whispered this time.

“Why did I get stuck with the bottom bunk..” I muttered laying back down onto my side. “Because I cant even lay down, tall people problems I guess.” “Your taller then everyone you overgrown Lima bean!”

He laughed reaching over for his phone. “What time is it?” I brought my phone to my face, watching it automatically unlock. “too early to get up.”

“What would’ve happened if we never became friends?” I asked looking at the bed frame above me. “I wouldn’t have a bunk bed in the corner of my room for starters.”

“You would’ve also been so lonely, begging for friends in the hallways.” I boasted, almost enjoying the idea. “You know I’m more popular than you, and plus I have over a million friends.”

“That’s only to contarary belief.” “What do you mean contarary belief! It’s the truth.” He says it as if it were true.. Idiot. “Oh and adding on to before, stop growing! Your taller then everyone we know, your parents might even be concerned.”

“They’ve been concerned ever since I was born!” “I don’t think that’s a good thing Boo.”

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I’m sorry if this wasn’t as good as you wanted, I’m a very lonely person and I don’t know what affection feels like.

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sepublic · 3 years

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The Golden Guard: Eda’s Dark Parallel?

Does anyone else think that the Golden Guard actually reminds Lilith a LOT of Eda, specifically Eda as a kid, during the good old days before she got cursed?

Think about it… They’re both sassy, hot-headed teen prodigies with an owl motif and yellow attire. And the way Lilith angrily talks about the Golden Guard, it seems her feelings of resentment mirror how she felt towards Eda back when they were kids? Lilith, who was by-the-book and traditional, worked so hard… And then there’s this younger person with an Owl motif who just swoops in out of nowhere and through talent, completely outclasses her!

If you go with the idea that Lilith wanted Gwendolyn’s approval and had to compete with Eda over that… Then for all we know, maybe Lilith lowkey wanted Belos’ approval as well, but felt like she was being cheated out of that with the Golden Guard, who kept stealing the spotlight from her!

Like she was afraid he’d take her spot as head of the Emperor’s Coven, the way Lilith feared that Eda would win the initiation duel back when they were kids… And lo and behold, the Golden Guard DID take that! Granted Lilith left an obvious vacancy from her own betrayal of Belos so of course he took that spot, but still; It’s quite a sore spot.

In some ways, perhaps Lilith is aware of this, deep-down or not; She might see the Golden Guard as just Young Eda, but without any of the emotional connection, nor any redeeming qualities; If he does have them, again, it’s not like Lilith knows the Golden Guard well enough to know these traits, much less take them into account.

LOTS of text and speculation and analyses below!!!

The Golden Guard is even sixteen years old… Which, is very likely EDA’s age, back when her and Lilith competed for the Emperor’s Coven! That can take on a whole new, dark meaning for her…

Perhaps Lilith is low-key disturbed by the Golden Guard’s existence, because he reminds her too much of Young Eda? Eda, before she was cursed- So it’s like the memory of her is coming back to haunt Lilith, in the form of someone who has no concern for Lilith whatsoever to hold him back, unlike the actual Eda.

And in a way, it’s a horrible reminder that some things never change, that some things stay the same and Lilith can’t get past them, she can’t outgrow it like she thought she did; Because even now, even as head of the Emperor’s Coven, there’s still a 16-year-old prodigy with an owl motif and yellow attire, who is sassy and playful and mischievous, who threatens to upstage Lilith’s self-esteem and sense of power. Somebody Lilith is afraid of; Thirty years later, and she STILL has to deal with this kind of person in her life, but it’s worse because she’s actually older and should be better, yet somehow isn’t…

Who knows? Maybe Lilith even recognized the similarities to Eda, enough to actually be sympathetic to the Golden Guard at first? Perhaps she, on some level, saw the Golden Guard as a way to vicariously redo her past with Eda, but without the mistakes… Maybe she tried to be nice to the Golden Guard, but then he quickly turned out to be a snob, he’s not REALLY Eda; So Lilith settled on never cursing him like she did Eda, but then otherwise decided that she didn’t owe him any love and could just quietly loathe his guts.

Lilith failed Eda in part because she was an older sister who abandoned her in a time of need, but there’s not really that expectation with the Golden Guard, so why bother? She’s got enough on her plate as is, and an ACTUAL Eda to worry about, to look after, to be concerned for and patch things up with.

I’ve even seen people make the very good point that in a lot of ways… The Golden Guard is like a Dark Eda? In the sense that, he’s Eda, had she joined the Emperor’s Coven as a kid. He’s a look at Young Eda, if she didn’t reject the Coven System, and joined Belos- Reveling in her own talent and power as granting her ‘special treatment’ over the rest, so any downsides to the coven system weren’t HER problem anyway!

Again, this adds another layer to the Golden Guard being very reminiscent of Young Eda, and even current Eda as well… Except, he never lost his magic and was never cursed. Maybe that’s another thing he unknowingly haunts Lilith over; He’s lowkey a reminder of what Eda could’ve been, had Lilith not been selfish and a coward, or had she communicated better. Yet at the same time, he’s frustrating- Because the Golden Guard is like the worst parts of Eda, the parts that Lilith hated and made her resentful…

And this constant reminder of the past, of her own issues with Eda back then that culminated in the curse- It could’ve made it a LOT harder for Lilith to really resolve things with Eda, because this kid keeps reminding her why she was so angry, and it’s impossible for her to move on because the Golden Guard isn’t some distant memory, but an actual person who continues to threaten her, the way Eda had…

And of course, the Golden Guard reminds Lilith of the Eda she lost; The happy, carefree Eda who wasn’t cursed, the Eda she could’ve had in a sense. The Eda that Lilith in some ways wanted, yet is forced to confront and acknowledge is a very obnoxious and terrible person that makes her unhappy…

And this kind of rude reminder that the Eda that Lilith wanted would’ve continued to make her miserable, if not moreso, is not something she appreciates shattering her dreams and low-key denial, of a world where things had just been a little different.

The person you’re trying to get, maybe get BACK, wasn’t so great after all- So you just have to move on, and be glad for the Eda who IS happier with her life and more mature, despite being older and more cursed. You gotta move past your guilt Lilith, and realize that Eda is in a better place- Not that she ever needed the curse, but she doesn’t quite need saving from the parts of her life she actually chose for herself, in part to be kind to Lilith no less! Because I bet Lilith believes that deep down, she didn’t deserve Eda’s kindness, so she wishes to reverse that compassionate decision of Eda’s that only resulted in Eda suffering because of how terrible Lily secretly is.

But, back to the subject; There’s more similarities to Eda and the Golden Guard, especially at the end of Separate Tides; How he makes an ominous warning before casually, happily yelling “BYYEEEE!!!”, just like Eda when she warns Luz about trying to have a Moonlight Conjuring in Hooty’s Moving Hassle, before heading off to the Night Market. His widow’s peak even bears a decent resemblance to Eda’s, doesn’t it? Which…

Combined with all of the talk about bird motifs being a Clawthorne thing, it DOES raise many questions about the Golden Guard’s potential connection to Eda. Is he some long-lost son? A third child that Gwendolyn had later in life, because witch biology might allow them to do that? Some homunculus, crafted from bits of DNA from Eda, and maybe even Belos? Belos does seem weirdly fond and trusting of him, the two are placed together in the Season 2 outro when nobody else, not even Kikimora, is there; And of course, the Golden Guard wields a staff, red magic, and fleshy creations, VERY similar to Belos…

I can’t say for sure- But the idea of the Golden Guard as an alternate Eda is fascinating. An Eda who became completely arrogant, and didn’t stop to care about others; Her cockiness and mischief becoming cruel and obnoxious, essentially the worst parts of Eda, down the path she’d always dreaded. A look into another life, a different choice in such a pivotal part of her past… Personally, I LOVE this kind of dark parallel of a character, so I’m hoping these similarities are commented upon in-universe, assuming they’re not outright literal!

In a way, the Golden Guard could haunt Eda, because he reminds her of herself… Of her carefree youth, but what she could’ve had… But also, the terrible things she’d done. And obviously Eda despises the coven system too much to really change her mind, and it’s safe to say that the Golden Guard is not at all what she wanted to ever become… But still, it’s a neat bit of character writing and parallelism. If Belos is like a Dark Luz, what Luz could’ve been had she not grown… And the same could apply between King and Kikimora;

Then who knows? The Golden Guard could be a Dark Eda, who got by talent and continued to take things for granted. An Eda who swore loyalty to Belos and was embraced by the emperor for her skill and ability. Jovial and cheery, but without any of the actual compassion that makes this genuine with Eda. An immature brat who never grew up (granted he’s only sixteen and hasn’t gotten the chance), unlike Eda. And if the Golden Guard is an alternate Eda;

It’s fascinating how his roles are reversed with his alternate Luz… The Eda parallel is younger than the Luz parallel, learning from them, and taking after their motifs as well! But I guess it’s not all too surprising, with how Eda and Luz both learn from one another, though I suspect Belos and the Golden Guard aren’t as mutual, but who knows?

It does make you wonder about Kikimora and King as potential mediators between these duos, whose placement remains consistent… How does Kikimora, the King parallel, interact with her Luz and Eda? Did she become close friends with HER Luz, while, as Dana’s art suggests, she seems somewhat irritated by and resentful of her own Eda? So it’s like Eda and King never grew to be friends and conquer differences… As well as if King never grew to respect Luz and saw her as just a “f*cking nerd”?

With how Luz is taking after Eda, and possibly getting a Cardinal palisman to complete the Clawthorne motif as a new member of the family… Who knows? The Golden Guard could be an intriguing character for her to bounce off of narratively, maybe as someone Luz might have, in another universe, learned to look up to and admire? How well Luz’s relationship be with the Golden Guard, if they are a Dark Eda? And how can this indirectly show us about how Luz and Young Eda would’ve interacted, what Young Eda was like, what Lilith went through as a kid…

And, for all we know- The Golden Guard’s owl motif doesn’t hint at a pre-existing connection to the Clawthornes, but rather a future one… Maybe he’ll end up being adopted by Eda, the way Luz was? I’d love to see the Golden Guard become an evil older sibling who’s protective of Luz…

I ADORE that trope to death; Evil older brother with bright, younger sister, whom he cares about, and the sister cares for him too, even if it’s complicated because the sister believes in the brother to be better, while the brother doesn’t want to be better, or is at least reluctant about having to change…

I’d love to see another Hugo and Kipo dynamic, and actually… If the Golden Guard parallels Eda, then who’s his Lilith? Could it be Luz herself? I’ve talked before the similarities between Luz and Lilith, as kids who were bullied and struggled with a lack of talent, but made up for it with hard work and ingenuity; They’ll give you a lot of trouble for doing the right thing, but then happily leap at the opportunity if they think someone is improving.

And, as Separate Tides has also shown us; They both grapple with guilt over making Eda suffer, unintentionally to varying degrees. Luz and Lilith both learn that they’re not a burden and that it’s okay to ask for help, and come to terms with their guilt with Eda… If Belos and the Golden Guard are Luz and Eda reversed, then could Luz and the Golden Guard also be Lilith and Luz, reversed?

With the Eda parallel being the older sibling in this scenario… An alternate timeline where Eda and Lilith were the same people, but switched places in birth, and it was EDA who ended up being the cruel and toxic sibling who left the younger feeling demeaned and worthless. I imagine if that were the case, the Golden Guard’s toxicity would occur largely in the beginning, as he acts adversarial to Luz and mocks her, taunts her over Eda’s loss of magic, and her own glyphs no doubt; The Golden Guard doesn’t seem to acknowledge glyphs as a valid form of magic himself.

But then, if he were to get a redemption, the Golden Guard’s tune might change as he matures and learns to treat Luz more kindly… In a way mimicking how Eda really grew to care for Luz, but also the way Eda has begun to reconnect with Lilith, except with the Golden Guard as the one with the baggage and guilt.

And, a redemption might not be too implausible, because… He is literally only sixteen, the same age as Emira and Edric, and likely the same age as Eda when SHE was cursed. Younger than Lilith, when she made the worst mistake of her life, because she didn’t understand the coven system for what it truly was –and who could blame her?- and was grappling with a likely terrible mother in Gwendolyn… The Golden Guard is literally a minor, and possibly an overworked teen prodigy.

After all, the first glimpse of his personality Dana gave us, way back in 2020, was of the Golden Guard admitting that he was tired; And despite his usually cheery personality, all of our glimpses at his face behind the mask (symbolism!) have had him look likely serious and glum… But then again, we don’t see the lower half of his face, so who knows?

Perhaps the Golden Guard is abused and overworked by Belos, kind of like Amity with her parents… The Golden Guard is a child dealing with a very toxic influence, and a huge burden of responsibility no less. And with all the potential connections to Belos as maybe even a literal father, or at least a parental figure, it’s not hard to see why the Golden Guard would turn out so messed up. And the Golden Guard being ‘tired’ could be a connection to how Eda is left exhausted from her curse, too.

So, who knows? Because of his age, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to expect, or at least hope, for a redemption for this kiddo. But a recent sister show to The Owl House has taught me anything, kids aren’t free from death, and Infinity Train made it clear that you can humanize and sympathize and mourn someone who deserved better, yet ultimately dug their grave and was condemned to a sudden death because of that; All because they didn’t know any better, and really couldn’t have.

And on another note- Maybe the Golden Guard has owl motifs like Eda… Because in a lot of ways, he actually admires her? He admires the Owl Lady, or at least the certain ‘past’ version that others such as Lilith may have brought up… Maybe the Golden Guard seeks to supplant Eda the Owl Lady as The Most Powerful Witch in the Boiling Isles. Maybe he sees himself as Eda, but better, and this rebellious, hot-headed kid feels the need to prove himself by defeating someone he sees himself in.

Maybe the Golden Guard is like Lilith, as someone who wishes Eda could’ve joined the coven system, and he’s disappointed in how all her talent was ‘wasted’ on other things. Maybe the Golden Guard was disappointed in Eda losing her magic, losing further respect for his ‘problematic idol’, and/or he felt some validation and vindication in being a successor to Eda.

Does he hold some grudge? Did the Owl Lady’s power excite him, give the Golden Guard a goal to recklessly challenge and defeat, so he can experience the thrill of victory and add to this feeling of invincibility that teenagers, especially the talented ones, have?

Eda as a kid, and even now, has always been fond of spiting what others say she can’t do, or setting new precedents and accomplishments to prove herself. Maybe the Golden Guard is like that, and hopes to take on the onus of outdoing the Owl Lady; Perhaps he admires Eda, and wishes she could’ve joined a coven like him. As an outside admirer, he mourns Eda’s ‘potential’ in a way similar to Lilith, but different; Because he’s a kid who looks up to her, and not an older sibling that has an actual childhood with Eda. If so, then that’s another dark parallel to Luz;

After all, Luz got frustrated by Eda in Adventures in the Elements. So maybe the Golden Guard is someone who grew resentful of Eda for not living up to the legend he hoped, the image he wanted, sort of like Lilith! I’ll go out on a limb and even suggest him as a past apprentice, who unlike Luz, never learned to be patient and appreciate Eda’s teachings, so he turned to the coven system and Belos for easy gratification. He didn’t want to be challenged… And in that way, the Golden Guard could parallel my speculation on Belos, as also a Dark Luz.

So of course, it makes sense that Belos would recognize this same dilemma in the Golden Guard, and perhaps be sympathetic and take him under his wing for it. Eda might not recognize the Golden Guard because he’s changed a bit himself, is hiding his own identity –Lilith doesn’t seem to know much about the witch beneath the mask either, just the public image and façade- and Eda’s been having memory issues. Maybe this will add to the Golden Guard’s resentment, who knows? He really might just be a rebellious teen who Eda failed, unlike with Luz… And that could add to more envy, perhaps.

At the very least; Dana’s fondness for the Golden Guard takes on a whole new meaning… What with how Eda is pretty much one of, if not THE most favorite character of hers, the one who really jumpstarted this entire show and world to begin with… Having this other character she likes essentially be a canon AU version of that beloved creation, would certainly make a lot of sense! Dana likes Eda, she likes to show us about Young Eda; So a character who IS Young Eda, just on a different path, would likely appeal to her. We’ll see…

I think it’s worth noting that in her art of the Golden Guard, it depicts him as essentially a normal, lazy teenager who’s asking someone else to do his chore for him, while he lounges around to do something else. I could see a young Eda as occasionally fulfilling that role and asking her older sister Lily for a favor- And maybe this could allude to the Golden Guard being frequently exhausted from being overworked himself, hence “I’m tired” and wanting to extend his breaks as much as possible. We’ll just have to wait and see…

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into-the-linkverse · 3 years

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Of rupees and Koroks

my first LU fanfiction! I am horrible at endings so...yeah. i definitely went off the rails from my original plan (ADHD my beloved) and I am SO SORRY in advance if any of the characters are OOC.

“Okay, and that would come to…200 rupees, Mr. Captain Hero Sir!” Ravio cheerfully stated, holding up the bottle of shimmering red potion for War to admire. The warrior actually scoffed upon hearing the intended price.

“Something wrong, War?” Legend asked, his back leaning against a rather large crate.

“No, no, it’s just…really cheap.” War pointed towards the potion. Both Legend and Ravio blinked blankly. Legend’s face soon turned into one of severe confusion, whereas Ravio’s eyes lit up with excitement.

“200 rupees? Cheap? Were you hit in the back of the head by a bulbin?!” Twilight almost shrieked from his side of the Barnhouse He stopped playing with the cows and quickly jogged over to Ravio’s makeshift shop.

“Back home, a red potion would cost around 10,000 rupees. Isn’t that the case here?” War stated eyebrow raised as Twilight began twitching at the mention of the rupee count. Ravio’s jaw practically dropped.

“My wallet can’t even hold that!”

“Hey, I heard screaming. Who’s dead?” The barn’s door creaked open to reveal Wind, accompanied by a sweating Sky and an unfazed Four.

“War said a red potion would cost 10,000 rupees in his world!” Legend blurted out, almost barking at the heroes. Four huffed for a second, then walked up to Ravio and snatched the red potion.

“Hey, 200 rupees, y’know!”

“This. Costs 20 rupees.” He pointed at the potion, as War soon broke down in a fit of laughter.

“What’s so funny, pretty boy?” Legend folded his arms.

“You guys must be broke! 20 rupees? That can’t buy you shit!” He managed to get out before banging his fist against the hay covered ground.

“Hey, watch your language!” Sky shouted, moving to cover Wind’s pointy ears. “There are children here.” He lowered his voice as Wind swatted his hands away.

“Okay, okay, I’m trying to run a business here. Let’s go…2,000 rupees, Mr. Captain Hero Sir!” Ravio clasped his hands together, only to realize the item he was selling was nowhere on the table.

“Um…Mr. Smithy? My red potion?”

“Oh, sure.” Four passed the glittering potion back to the purple-haired hero, acting as if he wouldn’t be committing a crime if he didn’t hand it back.

“Here you go, Mr. Captain Hero Sir! Please come again!” Ravio smiled gleefully, having 2,000 rupees handed to him like it was nothing.

“Pfft- I guess War really is a rich snob.” Twilight sniggered, shaking hands with Legend in a mutual agreement.

“Hey, you take that back, farmers!” War shouted, fiddling with his glove as if preparing for a fight.

“War, you realize you’re saying that on a ranch?” A voice called from outside. The door was already opened (Wind forgot to close it) so it was easy to tell that the voice belonged to Time.

“Oh, hey, pops, wanna help us take on pretty boy?” Twilight greeted happily, only making Warriors more enraged.

“No, I’m quite fine. But thank you for the offer anyway. Hyrule asked me to collect you all. He’s having trouble with something. And for Nayru’s sake, behave yourselves.” Time explained to the group, trying not to bring up the fact that he almost locked them in the barn to keep them out of trouble.

“What do you mean “something”? I thought nothing happens on this ranch!” Wind protested, running his hands through his hair, obviously trying to make himself more presentable.

“I have no clue what the deal is myself. Wild and Hyrule are already investigating.”

“Those two? They were better hosts than us?” Warriors looked almost horrified at the idea of being upstaged by Wild of all people.

“Do you want to be cooped up in here all day?” Time asked, almost laughing at War’s sudden reaction.

“Come on, let’s get moving now!” Warriors announced, starting to direct (push) the other heroes out of the barnhouse.

Hyrule was ecstatic. He’d been picking up stray rocks for weeks in hopes to find the small beings called Koroks. Wild had told him all about the strange little creatures that hid under rocks and in trees, and Hyrule soon became intent to find one. At last, at the gates of Lon Lon ranch, Hyrule mindlessly picked up a rock and proceeded to shout in happiness.

“Wild! Wild! I found one!” He cried, perking the ears of the long-haired Hylian. Wild rushed over, practically throwing the Cucco he was holding. He jogged over, only to stop a few feet away from the brown-haired hero.

Hyrule’s eyes were alight with glee, his smile looked like an innocent rabbit’s. He tossed the rock aside, unfortunately landing on Wild’s foot, as he winced. He placed the rock to the side and crouched down to the Korok’s level.

“Yahaha, you’ve found me!” The Korok excitedly squealed, Wild rolling his eyes as he heard the line for the 400thtime. Hyrule nodded in response, too glad to speak and ruin the moment. Before he knew it, Hyrule was handed a small, foul seed. He looked confused for a second and looked up to Wild.

“Yeah…not that impressive, is it?” He sighed, snatching the seed from Hyrule, and adding to his collection. Hyrule blinked as he saw Wild open to pouch to see a mountain of the horrid smelling things. “Gotta get these back to Hestu sometime.” He casually stated, closing his pocket again.

“Buh-bye!” The Korok exclaimed, waving his small, rounded hand towards the two Hylians. Hyrule was not having this. He had spent two weeks searching for the little creatures, and when he does, he’s just supposed to say good-bye after minutes of meeting one? He reached out his arms and took the Korok up to his torso in one swift movement.

“I shall name him Peppers and he shall be mine!” Hyrule proclaimed loudly, much to Wild’s shock. He tried to wrangle the Korok out of Hyrule’s embrace, but the Korok spoke up.

“Actually, I’d love to be Mr. Hero’s friend!” It chirped, sinking into Hyrule’s green tunic. “Aw, see? He likes me!” Hyrule cuddled the Korok, adding a whiny tone to his words. Wild groaned, as he almost felt like Time, having to take care of someone like this.

“You’ll have to ask Time if we can keep it.” He sighed, poking the pointy nose of the leaf faced spirit. As if from nowhere, armored footsteps approached the two Hylians. “Keep what?” The firm voice spoke, making Wild jump for a moment.

“The Korok…?” Hyrule trailed off, still clutching the forest spirit. As the chain came into sight, some stood dumbstruck, whereas Wind’s eyes widened drastically. “Korok!?” The pirate pointed; mouth open wide as he bolted to Hyrule. “What in Din’s name is a Korok?” War groaned; his breath slightly hilted from jogging across the ranch.

“I’m not sure myself…but it definitely looks cute!” Time let slip a small remark of childish nature, a warm smile creeping up on his face. Legend soon ran up to his descendant and grabbed the Korok out of his hands.

“Where’s this little bugger from anyway?” He mumbled, turning the spirit face down to have a proper look at it. He furrowed his brow, then turned to Ravio, gestured to see if the rabbit hero had any clue about the creature. Ravio simply shrugged at him. “Hey! He isn’t some toy to be held like that!” Twilight shouted, scooping up the Korok from Legend’s hands. He held it carefully on his shoulder as one would a cat, as the Korok began playing with Twilight’s hair.

“I’m the best at dealing with animals here. I say we keep it,” Twilight nodded as the Korok’s hands started folding braids into his hair. “Peppers.” Hyrule quickly added, placing a hand on the little Korok’s back. “What’s this about p-peppers?!” Four almost leapt out of his skin after hearing “peppers”. Wild simply laughed and wrapped an arm around him.

“His name is Peppers!” Hyrule said once again, a smile dawning on his face. “Why peppers, though?” Four protested, his disdain for the food clear as day. Wind coughed a bit, trying to hold in a laugh. Sky gave him a light pat on the head and shook his head, mouthing “don’t”.

“Well, I think it’s a great name! Did…Did Wild pick it out?” Sky laughed wistfully, trying to discourage Wind from making fun of Four. “Nope, completely ‘Rule’s idea.” Wild answered, causing Four to instead eye Hyrule suspiciously. Legend folded his arms and let out a huff as Ravio giggled behind him. “Perhaps he’d be interested in renting?” Legend twisted around as Ravio flatly suggested.

“No one in their right mind would be interested in renting, Ravio.” He scoffed, turning back to face the rest of the chain. “I, personally, don’t want it. What if it steals our items and flees in the night?” War accused, pointing a finger towards the creature. A paranoid Warriors, Time couldn’t help but laugh.

“No, the Korok’s come from the Lost Woods. They’re the children of the Great Deku Tree, so I’d doubt they’d do that.” Wild explained, peaking the attention of Time. If the Korok’s were from the Lost Woods, he would have seen some by now, wouldn’t he? Or maybe they only showed up far after his era…

“Wait! You’ve met the Great Deku Tree too?!” Wind’s small figure jumped up, tugging on Wild’s tunic. Twilight eyed the older hero for a moment, he seemed…off. Korok still in arms, he strode up to Time and placed his free hand on his shoulder. “You alright, dad?” Time snapped out of his state of thought and quickly waved it off.

“I’m fine, just…glad that the Deku Tree still exists to them, I guess.” Time replied wistfully, his gaze trailing to the two blue-clad heroes, sharing their experiences with the ancient talking tree. “He was the…closest thing I had to a father.” His next comment caught Twili completely off guard. Does that mean he was related to a tree?

“Wait, your dad was a tree?! Are you joking?” Twilight exclaimed a bit too loudly, catching the attention of Four and Sky, who had been watching the unfolding chaos. Sky’s eyes widened immensely, full of curiosity as he quickly trotted over.

“Time’s father? A tree? My, that must be an interesting story!” Sky clasped his hands together in delight, eager to learn more about the mysterious Time.

“No, the Deku Tree was the closest thing to a father I ever had. I am not part tree.” Time had to hold back a snicker as he clarified that he was not of leafy descent. “I doubt that. Your hair is a very light shade of green.” Four pointed out, raising a hand to his chin in deep thought.

“I think that colour’s called yellow, dumbass.” Wind called from where he stood. Sky growled for a moment then proceeded to shout back: “Watch your language!”

For the rest of the evening, the chain shouted and argued, but settled on to keeping the Korok, naming it Peppers, much to Four’s disgust.

@bokettochild I hope you don't mind I borrowed Ravio's nicknames for everyone :)

#ah #lin writes #linked universe #lu fanfic #lu sky #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu legend #ah i'm not gonna tag all of them #botw #wind and wild bonding #warriors swears once what a badboy

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babypandawrites · 3 years

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Allies, Pt. 8

The Deserter

Pairing: Sokka x F Reader Warnings: Burn Injury Word Count: 3,300 Summary: As usual, things do not go as planned. Lesson learned, going to a Fire Nation festival should always be tucked into the bad idea folder.

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Eyes wide, Y/n snatched one of the pages hanging from the notice board before the others could see it. It was a wanted poster of her. It wasn’t the first time the Fire Nation put one of these out for her, but that didn’t make it any less alarming! She balled up the page as Katara approached the notice board, and shoved it into her pocket. Grimacing, she moved to stand next to the girl. None of them saw that, right? “This should give us a good idea of what’s around here.” Katara noted, as she looked over the board. “See if you can find a menu, I’m starving.” The two girls ignored Sokka, as Aang rushed up to the board. He pointed to a colorful flyer that had been hung up. “I bet we’ll find something to eat here! The Fire Days Festival. Fire Nation cultural exhibits… jugglers, benders, magicians. This’d be a great place for me to study some real firebenders!” Looking at her friend, her eyebrows furrowed together. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Aang.” Sokka pointed to something on another side of the board. “Yeah, you might wanna rethink that. Look at this.” Y/n walked over to see it was a wanted poster of Aang, the boy soon joining as well. There was also one for ‘The Blue Spirit’- That being the masked person who ended up being Zuko- and a white haired man. “Hey, a poster of me!” “A wanted poster. This is bad.” Aang took the wanted poster off the board as Katara walked over to look at it. “I think we better keep moving.” “I have to learn firebending at some point, and this could be my only chance to watch a master up close.” Katara looked at the ground, thinking for a short moment. “I guess we could check it out.” “What!? You want to walk into a Fire Nation town where they’re all fired up with all their, you know, fire?” Crossing her arms over her chest, Y/n looked between Katara and Aang. “I’m gonna have to agree with Sokka on this one, this is a terrible idea.” “We’ll wear disguises and if it looks like trouble, we’ll leave.” Katara suggested, as her and Aang walked over to Appa. Sokka breathed out a sigh. “Yeah, because we always leave before we get into trouble.”

On a hill outside of the town, Aang told Appa and Momo to hide, only one of the animals being successful in the feat. Y/n giggled watching Appa attempt to hide behind a small bush, he was truly adorable. “Ready disguises!” At Aang’s words, Y/n, Sokka and Katara pulled the hoods of the cloaks they wore over their heads. Aang had pulled the top of his shirt over his head in a completely ineffective disguise. He grinned at the three, as Sokka crossed his arms over his chest. Katara and Y/n laughed at the silliness of it. “It’s like you’re a whole different person.” Sokka spoke sarcastically. Aang started to lead the way down the hill. “Let’s go!” The group walked down to the main square of the town, it was full of people. Several of the people enjoying the festival wore colorful masks. “I think we need some new disguises.” Sokka looked at his sister, somewhat annoyed. “Where are we gonna get masks like that?” Nudging him gently in the side, Y/n nodded her head over to a stand a few feet away from them- It was selling masks. “Get your genu-ine Fire Festival masks here!” “That was surprisingly easy.” Each of them had gotten masks to wear- Sokka wore one with a happy expression on it and Aang wore one with a sad expression. Looking between the two, Katara and Y/n took the masks off the boys and switched them, matching their masks with their moods. Walking further into the town square, Aang pointed ahead. “Hey, there’s some food.” “Finally!” Sokka rushed up to the food stand. “What do you have?” The food merchant grabbed a small bag, steam came from it. “Flaming fire flakes! Best in town.” Sokka grabbed the bag from him. “I’ll take ‘em!” He stuffed them into his mouth, but quickly started to scream and huff, steam blowing from his mouth. He partially removed his mask to cool his tongue. “Aaaaah! Hot! Hot!” Katara crossed her arms. “Flaming fire flakes, hot? What do you know.” Y/n snickered. “Never would have guessed that.” Aang looked off to the side, and started to walk away. “Hey, look at this.” The three followed after him, stopping near a puppet stage. The audience in front of the stage was composed of children. The curtain in front of the stage drew open, and a puppet of the Fire Lord appeared. The children cheered. “Don’t worry loyal citizens! No one can surprise the Fire Lord!” Behind the Fire Lord puppet, a puppet of an earthbender rose up, with a rock ready to strike the other puppet. The children in the crowd cried out warnings. The Fire Lord puppet suddenly turned around and torched the earthbender puppet with a gout of flames. As the children cheered at the display, the group turned away from the performance, and followed Aang as he led them to another area. “Aang, hold on! Where are we going?” Katara questioned as they walked. “I don’t know, but there’s a big crowd so it must be good.” “Knowing the Fire Nation, it’s probably an execution.” Y/n furrowed her eyebrows together under her mask. “The Fire Nation doesn’t hold public executions..” She mumbled to herself, following after her friends to get a better look at the stage. A firebending performer stood on the stage, manipulating flames for the crowd's delight. He extinguished the fire and produced a small flock of white birds that flew off the stage. Aang partially took off his mask, watching the birds fly away. He turned back to the stage, a large smile plastered onto his face. “I gotta learn that trick!” “Thank you! For my next trick I need a volunteer from the audience!” Aang’s hand shot up in the air. “Oh! Oh! Me! Me!” Sokka looked at him. “What do you think you’re doing?” “I want to get a closer look.” Y/n’s arms crossed over her chest. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” “It’s better that we don’t attract any attention to ourselves.” The performer pointed at Katara, after she finished speaking. “How about you, little lady?” She backed away, shaking her head. “Uh…” “Awww, she’s shy. Leeet’s give her some encouragement, folks!” Someone in the audience pushed Katara to the edge of the stage, where the performer grabs onto her and hauls her up. “Awww! That could’a been me.” The performer ushered Katara to the center of the stage, sitting her on the chair that had been brought out. “This next trick is called ‘Taming the Dragon’. You will be my captured princess!” He used a maroon ribbon to tie her to the chair, before beginning to bend a huge fire comet from the fires that stood atop the pillars of the stage. He looped it close to Katara then moved it back away. He controlled it by a flame rope that connected to his hand. “Don’t worry, young maiden. I will tame this fiery beast!” He continued to control the fire comet. “It’s too strong, I can’t hold it!” “We gotta help her!” There was a hint of panic in Aang’s voice. “No, we don’t want to make a scene!” Sokka tried to stop him. “Yeah- Aang, it’s just a performance-” “The rope, it’s breaking!” The rope the performer was using to control the comet broke, the flames charging at Katara. She cringed and cried out. Aang airbended himself up, Sokka, Y/n and another man failing to restrain him. He dropped down in front of Katara, and created a whirlwind that dissipated the comet in a shower of confetti. The performer looked at Aang. “Hey, you tryin’ to upstage me, kid?” The crowd started to ‘boo’ Aang, and as he did a little dance to amuse them, Sokka and Y/n hopped up onto the stage to untie Katara. “Hey! That kid’s the Avatar!” Someone shouted from the crowd. This caught the attention of three Fire Nation guards, who started to weave through the crowd to get to the stage. “I think it’s time to go.” Sokka said, as the group removed their masks. “Follow me! I can git ya outta here!” The man who tried to help stop Aang before called out to them. He stood near a broken wall at the back of the stage, waving them over to it. “There they are!” One of the guards shouted as they got to the stage. They ran through the broken wall, and once they were through the man threw a smoke bomb at the guards to obscure their view. The group ran through squares and alleys, the man who helped accompany them. A guard pointed at them, as they passed him. “Over there!” “I’m calling Appa!” Aang got out his bison whistle and blew into it, as a group of guards started to pursue them. “I hope he can really hear that bison whistle!” Sokka commented. “This way!” The man turned into an alleyway, that was a dead end. “Okay! Not this way!” They turned to leave, but the exit was blocked by guards. The man threw another smoke bomb at the guards, allowing the group to run past them. They ran into another alley, but it was also a dead end. “Appa! Down here!” Aang called to the bison as he arrived just in time. Appa landed between the group and the guards and hit his tail against the ground, blowing the guards out of the alley. They all got up onto Appa and took off. The man who had helped them used a bomb like object to set off fireworks that had been in the alley. He removed his hood as they flew away. “Nice touch setting off the fireworks.” Aang commented, watching the fireworks go off. Sokka looked at the man, impressed. “You seem to really know your explosives.” “I’m familiar.” He turned to face them. “You’re a Fire Nation soldier!” “Was. My names Chey.”

The group settled around a campfire that night. Chey was speaking with them. “I serve a man. More than a man really, he’s a myth, but he’s real, a living legend, Jeong Jeong the Deserter. He was a Fire Nation general, or wait, was he an admiral?” Sokka looked at the man blankly. “He was very high ranked, we get it.” “Yeah! Way up there! But he couldn’t take the madness any more. He’s the first person to ever leave the army- and live. I’m the second, but you don’t get to be a legend for that. That’s okay though. Jeong Jeong’s a firebending genius. Some say he’s mad- But he’s not! He’s enlightened.” “You mean there’s a firebender out here who’s not with the Fire Lord?” Aang stood up, excited. “We’ve gotta go see him! He can train me!” “We’re not gonna go find some crazy firebender!” Chey stood up. “He’s not crazy! He’s a genius! And he’s the perfect person to train the Avatar! That’s why I followed you into the festival.” Sokka also stood up. “Look, thanks for the help, but we’re leaving for the North Pole in the morning.” Aang furrowed his eyebrows together. “Sokka, this could be my only chance to meet a firebending master who would actually be willing to teach me.” “It can’t hurt just to talk to him.” Katara said, standing up. “That’s what you said about going to the festival! Why doesnt anyone ever listen to me?!” Sokka turned to look at Y/n, who has yet to speak. “Come on, Y/n, you’re with me, right?” She was silent for a moment, thinking. “Well… Aang does need to learn Firebending eventually… Hmmm..” She shrugged her shoulders. Groaning in frustration, Sokka turned to stalk away from the group, but stops having nearly run into a spear. Suddenly, they were all surrounded by men wearing straw hats and armor, each of them wielding a spear. “Don’t move!” They were led through the forest by the rebel men, after a long time walking, they came across a small shack that had been settled at the bottom of a hill. “Go on. He sees you only.” The man who’d Y/n had learned the name of was Lin Yi, spoke to Chey. “Oh that’s okay, we can chat later.” “Is that where Jeong Jeong is? I need to talk to him right away.” Aang tried to walk towards the shack, but was stopped by a spear shaft blocking his path. “No! You wait there.” Lin Yi pushed Chey forward roughly. “Go now!” “Don’t worry! Everything’ll be fine. He’s a great man, great man!” Chey walked down to Jeong Jeong’s hut.

Y/n had fallen asleep during the wait and in the morning had learned Jeong Jeong agreed to teach Aang firebending. She sat on the ground outside, doing some stretches while listening in on the lesson between Jeong Jeong and Aang. “Widen your stance. Wider! Bend your knees. Now, concentrate. Good, good!” “Wait! What do I do now?” She glanced over to see that Jeong Jeong had begun walking away. “Silence! Talking is not concentrating! Look at your friend,” He pointed at Katara. “Is she talking? What about her?” Then he pointed at Y/n, before pointing at Sokka. “Even that oaf knows to concentrate on what he’s doing.” “Hey!” Snickering, Y/n went back to focusing on her stretches. Aang breathed out a sigh. “But what am I concentrating on?” “Feel the heat of the sun. It is the greatest source of fire. Yet, it is in complete balance with nature!” “So when do I get to make some fire?” “Concentrate!” Katara, Y/n and Sokka all laughed a bit as Aang tried to concentrate, feigning innocence when he turned to look at them all.

“This is the worst firebending instruction ever. All he does is leave me alone for hours to concentrate or breath.” Aang complained, as he held a leaf with a small hole burned in the center in his hand. “I’m sure there’s a good reason.” Y/n nodded in agreement with Katara. “There most likely is. Jeong Jeong is a Master, he’s bound to know what he’s talking about.” “But I’m ready to do so much more.” His face lit up when an idea came to mind. Widening his stance, he began to take in deep breaths. The leaf he held started to smoke, before suddenly bursting into flames. With the leaf disintegrating, Aang was left holding a fireball in his hand. “I did it! I made fire!” Katara took a few steps closer. “Aang, that’s great, but you should take it slow.” Eyebrows furrowing together, Y/n once again nodded in agreement with the girl. “Yeah, this doesn’t seem like a good idea, Aang.” The flame got bigger, in reaction to Aang’s annoyance with their comments. “Careful!” Aang regained control and reduced the flame to its former size, but he nearly fell into the river doing so. “Now that’s firebending!” He shot a whip of flames into the distance, before beginning to juggle the ball of flame happily. Y/n took a few steps back. “Aang, you should stop.” “Yeah, you’ll hurt yourself!” She was about to tell Katara to get back, but was a bit too late. Aang created a circle of fire around himself, pushing it outwards. The flames burned Katara’s hands, when she raised them to protect her face. Crying out in pain, she crumpled to her knees. “Katara!” Aang and Y/n shouted in unison, rushing over to her. The latter kneeling down next to the waterbender. “Katara, I’m so sorry.” Sokka rushed over. “Katara, what’s wrong?!” He looked at Aang, clearly upset. “What did you do?” Aang held his hands up in defense. “It was an accident! I was… Katara, I’m so-” He got cut off, from Sokka tackling him to the ground. “I told you we shouldn’t mess around with this! Look at what you did! You burned my sister!” Katara got up, and ran away. Getting up herself, Y/n rushed to grab her bag, before running after the girl.

“Katara?” Y/n tentatively approached the girl, as she sat at the riverbank her hands dunked into the water. “I have some salve that should help your burns…” Trailing off, she watched in shock as Katara’s hands glowed underneath the water. They glowing stopped as she lifted her hands from the water, the burns on her hands now gone. “That… also works.” “You have healing abilities.” The two turned to see Jeong Jeong approaching them from behind. “The great benders of the water tribe sometimes have this ability.” The man took a seat next to Katara. “I’ve always wished I were blessed like you- free from this burning curse.” “But you’re a great master. You have powers I’ll never know.” “Water brings healing and life. But fire brings only destruction and pain. It forced those of us burdened with its care to walk a razor’s edge between humanity and savagery. Eventually, we are torn apart.” Suddenly, the water in front of them is blasted with gouts of flame. Jeong Jeong stood quickly, taking a defensive stance before breaking the flames that threatened to hit him, Y/n and Katara. Fire Nation riverboats floated across the water towards them. “Go get your friends and flee! Do not come back here or you will all be destroyed. Hurry!” Y/n helped Katara off the ground, before the two ran back in the direction of Jeong Jeong’s hut, where Sokka and Aang should be. They ran up to Sokka, where he was preparing Appa to leave. He turned to look at them, worry written onto his features. “Katara! Are you all right?” “I’m fine, we’ve got to get out of here. Where’s Aang?” Sokka pointed his thumb in the direction of Jeong Jeong’s hut, turning to Y/n when Katara ran down to it. “What’s going on?” She tossed her bag up onto Appa’s saddle. “The Fire Nation found us. Jeong Jeong is dealing with them right now but honestly I’m not sure how long that will last. We should leave and fast.” “Right.” He nodded in affirmation, before raising an eyebrow. “What did you do to help Katara?” “I was going to give her some of the salve I have for burns but, turns out she didn’t need it.” “What do you mea-” “Come on!” He got cut off by Katara, as she ran over and clambered up onto Appa. Once the three were all up on Appa’s saddle, they went and got Aang, before leaving. “Aang, you’re burned.” Katara said, once they were up in the air. His sleeve was torn, burn marks covering his skin. “Let me help you.” She opened her water container, before wrapping some of the water around her hand. It started to glow, as she placed it over Aang’s wounds. After a moment of concentration, she pulled her hand away and the wound was healed. “Wow! That’s good water.” Sokka looked at her confused. “When did you learn how to do that?” She offered a shrug. “I guess I always knew.” “Oh… well then thanks for all the first aid over the years. Like when I fell into the grease briar bramble and that time I had two fish hooks in my thumb!” Y/n let out a snicker. “Two?” “He tried to get the first fish hook out with another fish hook.” “Wow.” “Oh, and the time that big snake bit me! Thanks for healing that up. That was great. Really helpful.” He continued, as they flew into the distance.

#avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar the last airbender x reader #atla x reader #reader insert #sokka x reader #sokka x y/n #sokka x you #team avatar #slowburn #book one allies

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hound-bandit · 3 years

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@syllusion continued from this ask

“Well, well, well... ‘Zoroark,’ eh...? Ya one ‘a them big city Unova Folk, then? No wonder y’ so scrawny, y’ ain’t lived like I have. Ain’t got th’ Tegas toughness that we Pokemon got.” The Desperrodo teased, showing off his copious amount of fangs... Though, strangely enough, he seemed to be missing one. “Heh heh heh heh heh heh! If y’ wonderin’ why I’m so curious ‘bout y’, then lemme enlighten ya.” Reaching behind him, the Desperrodo produced what appeared to be a newspaper. ‘Zoroark Spotted Stealing Around Bluebonnet Town! Residents Baffled-’ Though, it was probably quick enough for Sylvia to realize that he may have, or may not have, mistaken her for this Zoroark. Flipping inside the newspaper, there seemed to be a small corner box talking about ‘Rogue Desperrodo ‘Billy The Kid’ Leaves With Large Berry Haul!’ Pointing to it, his expression soured. “Y’ li’l antics costed me th’ front page coverage, li’l missus. I gotta ‘dmit, for a scrawny little thin’ like ya t’ upstage me like that takes courage. But I ain’t gonna let m’ heist on on’a th’ biggest berry stores in th’ Region go unnoticed, ya hear? So, le’s not make this too troublesome.” Unholstering his popgun, he aimed it at Sylvia with a maniacal grin upon his face.

#[The Kid] - Billy #[Sun Down] - IC #[Stick 'Em Up] - syllusion #bandit-hound #((hes just))#((very petty like that))

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Fic: Movement (5/5)

YAS.

I got it done.

My pornstar!Rhett and College!Student!Link fic is DONE.

...it was supposed to be a short ficlet thing (hahahahahaha - cries) Still, it's done - so I hope you enjoy it @peachworthy! It was all for you!

If you want to read the previous part on tumblr: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

You can read it ALL here on AO3 Link!

Dating a porn star is not what Link expected.

Not that Link ever expected to be dating a porn star, but the point remains – dating one is not like he thinks one would envision it. To be fair, this is probably because he’s not just dating any porn star, he’s dating Rhett and Rhett is far more to him than just a porn star. In fact, he was his roommate and secret crush long before Link even recognized him by his profession.

But now, having watched one of Rhett’s films, seeing him in action (full porno sex action), Link can confirm that that is indeed what he is. But that doesn’t really matter to Link. Nothing does, but how sweet Rhett is. How doting and romantic and kind of the best boyfriend anyone could ever have and it sort of boggles the mind that he is Link’s boyfriend.

But he is and their relationship is moving along quite amicably. Nights spent watching movies together, going grocery shopping, sharing chaste kisses and the occasionally more heated ones and it’s not all that different from how it was when they were just friends minus the addition of said kissing.

However, it’s more than a few weeks in, and it’s clear to Link that sex is an issue. Or not so much an issue as a nonentity. Neither of them have pushed farther than the classic over-the-clothes action and Link isn’t sure if it’s him or Rhett or both and it finally reaches a point where one of them has to speak up, so he decides to brave the field, “So, um, Rhett?”

“Yeah?” Rhett asks and he’s a little distracted, making dinner for them as he is. Still, Link sees no reason why this discussion can’t be casual, so he shoots for that as he asks, “You…? Ah, you think we’re ever gonna-? Gonna, um, have sex?”

The last comes out so horribly awkward and Link is rubbing at the back of his neck and somehow feeling like a heel in all of this. But communication is important in a relationship and he figures it’s better to speak now then forever hold his peace or whatever. Rhett looks up from the skillet he’s working over, eyebrows raised high, “Why? You don’t want to?”

“No!” Link rejoints quickly, “No, I definitely want to! I just…? I noticed we, uh…haven’t? Yet? So, I-I wasn’t sure-?”

So, you want to talk about it, but you can’t string anything coherent together? His thoughts hiss, but Rhett seems understanding as he removes the skillet from the heat and clicks off the stove. While their food cools, he carefully removes his oven mitts and shrugs, “Well, I mean…I’ll confess, I’m a little…apprehensive to kick things off.”

Link perks up at this and Rhett shoots him a lopsided grin, “Mean, you’ve seen one of my films now. Before you, when I’d get in a relationship, when people found out about what I did – I guess you could say they broke down into two types. First type expected me to be some god of carnality, y’know? Like, the best bang they’d ever have in their lives.”

He runs a hand through his thick hair, tossing it, which Link now recognizes as a nervous tic on his part, “And it’s not really like that. Don’t get me wrong, I think I’m a good lover. I don’t see myself as horrible in bed or anything, but what I’ve found is that a lot of those types of partners had these overblown expectations of me. Like I’d get them off in a second or that I’d ruin them for others or, I dunno, give ‘em orgasms every five seconds and I-?”

Rhett trails off, looking at a loss for words, but Link gets it, “They couldn’t sperate the fantasy from the reality.”

He gets a snap of fingers at that, Rhett looking pleased, “Exactly! Even though people say they understand that porn is fake and that a lot of it is exaggerated, for some reason, if they’re with a person who does it for a living, they expect something…I don’t know, revolutionary.”

Link nods and Rhett starts plating up their food, avoiding Link’s eyes as he speaks, “And I guess I just-? I don’t want you to be one of those types of people.”

Link’s heart stings a little at the thought – or more, at the idea that Rhett had had that thought. Rhett takes the plates towards their kitchen table, eyes still downcast and cheeks clearly red as he murmurs, “I don’t think you are. Truth be told, I know you’re better than that. But…I really like you, Link. And I don’t want to lose you because-!”

Link takes the plates from Rhett and sets them down, he then tips Rhett’s face up by his chin and kisses him tenderly, looking into his eyes as he speaks, “You won’t.”

Rhett doesn’t look convinced, so Link kisses him again, then wraps his arms around his neck, tugging him close, “You said there were two types?”

“Ahhhh, yeeaaah,” Rhett draws out, looking at little sheepish even as his arms settle around Link’s waist, “The other type is the one I’ll admit I’m a bit more worried you might fall into.”

Link’s eyebrows rise, asking for him to continue more than words can. Rhett does; but resumes not looking at him while he does so, “The other type are…intimidated.”

Link lets out a snort that speaks volumes, clearly saying there’s no way Rhett ‘intimidates’ him but that doesn’t stop him, “No, seriously – they think because of what I do, how many films I’ve made and how many partners I’ve worked with, that I’ll be hard to please or that they’ve got to do something extraordinary to stand out.”

“Well, I mean…I’m already extraordinary, so-?” Link teases and Rhett rolls his eyes, starting to edge away, but Link lets out a little abortive ‘Hey!’ before dragging him back over and kissing him. This time they kiss for a while, Rhett’s fingers hooking into the beltloops of Link’s jeans and dragging him closer. It’s right on that edge of sweet and sexy and, after a while, Link manages to draw in a rather audible breath, enough to murmur, “No, I get what you’re sayin’…”

Link puts space between them, knowing that now’s not the time to just jump into bed considering Rhett’s concerns. Especially in light of their legitimacy, which he confirms as he takes his seat at the table, “Look, I’ve thought about all of that. Everything you’ve worried about or your old flames thought, I’ve run ‘em through my noggin and I gotta say, all of it did trip me up. At first. But then, I had an epiphany!”

“Really?” Rhett asks with a very incredulous tone as he takes his own seat. Link’s already started digging into his meal, looking smug even as he answers with an agreeable, muffled hum – mouth full of food. Once swallowed, he grins and gestures at Rhett with his fork, “And my thought was, we just gotta get on an even playing field.”

Rhett looks a little stumped by that, blinking rapidly, “Meaning?”

“Meaning,” Link says cheekily, “We’re making a movie.”

“You…sure about this?” Rhett looks at the Go-Pro set up in front of his bed with a mixture of uncertainty and dread. Link doesn’t mind the first, but is bothered by the second, even as he adjusts the camera, “Absolutely.”

“I don’t know, man…”

Link looks through the view finder. The lightning is just right, but he adjusts the angle some. He wants to make sure he gets a good, wide shot of the bedroom – especially the bed. That’s where the magic is going to happen. Just thinking of it, a whole maelstrom of butterflies churn through his central nervous system. Still, he’s nothing if not determined.

Some would call it stubborn. He prefers determined.

Regardless, Link looks to Rhett, “Look, this is just for us. Alright? Nobody gets to see this lil’ gem but you and me. It’s,” he looks into the distance, thoughtful, “It’s a Link and Rhett production!”

This gets a laugh, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

“Considering my extensive filmography, shouldn’t I be the headliner? Shouldn’t it be a Rhett and Link production?”

The name flip causes Link to make a face and drags another chuckle out of Rhett, “Take it you can’t handle that?”

“Well…I am the one in school studying film…”

“Okay, but I’m the star attraction here.”

“Are you?” Link asks with a devilish grin, even as he goes about adjusting various throw pillows and things, as if to perfectly set the scene for what is about to take place, “How do you know I won’t upstage you?”

The sound of disbelief that emerges from Rhett causes Link to make another face, “Seriously. You haven’t had all of this yet,” he gestures to his whole body, “Might just be I’m the one that ruins you for anyone else. That I just-! Just blow your mind so much sexually that you can’t get enough of me!”

Rhett is all smiles, enjoying Link’s boastful side more than he probably should. But it’s hard not to. It’s so endearing and, oddly, attractive and Link knows it as he claps his hands together and a couple ‘alright’s’ leave him in rapid, nervous succession because, well, it’s showtime.

And showtime means sex time.

Sex time…with Rhett.

Link is going to have sex with him and okay, okay, okay…

“You alright, buddy?” Rhett asks seriously and Link realizes his ‘alright’s’ have switched over to nervous ‘okay’s’ and he’s sort of a rambling, shaky mess. He looks at Rhett and oh gosh, the man is too attractive by half. Link needs to get back in charge of this situation. As such, he draws in a deep breath through his nose and nods to himself, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure?’ Rhett returns softly, looking worried as he speculatively eyes the camera and then the bed again, ‘Cause I remember my first time filming and I was a mess.”

This draws Link’s attention, “Yeah?”

Rhett nods, “I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I mean, yeah, sex is pretty matter of fact, but knowing how to go about it and with a bunch of people watching…”

“Okay, but,” Link walks over to Rhett and gives him a quick peck on the cheek, before taking one of his hands and giving it a squeeze, “No one’s watching but you and me.”

“True,” Rhett confirms softly, “But that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous.”

“Are you?” Link asks and Rhett grins, “What? Nervous?”

At Link’s nod Rhett laughs, squeezing Link’s hand back, “You bet your sweet bippy I am!”

“Great! Then we’re on the same page!” Link beams and then draws back his hand and goes over towards the dresser, grabbing a folder he brought with him when he brought in his filming set up, “Speaking of pages…”

He draws out one and Rhett looks over it before letting out a loud boom of laughter, “You wrote a script?!”

Link shrugs, “Just a couple of words…”

“I see,” Rhett giggles and flips through it, reading quick snippets of the ridiculous prose, “And you said ‘Movement’ had bad dialogue.”

“What’s wrong with the dialogue?” Link asks with distinct affront and Rhett waves the pages at him, as he coos dramatically, “‘Ohhh Daddy Link, you’re so big’?”

Link snatches back the pages and tosses them to the side, “You just wait!”

“Uh huh,” Rhett is still giggling but Link looks serious, “You’ll be saying that and more!”

“Oh, I will?” Rhett wheezes and he wasn’t aware this was going to be so much fun. To be honest, neither was Link, who looks a little sheepish even as he reaches for Rhett, “C’mere…”

Rhett does and they kiss for a while. Nice, warm, comfortable kisses until Link sneaks in just the slightest nip of teeth along Rhett’s bottom lip. The tiny sting draws Rhett up short, makes his breath catch and Link draws back to look at him, blue eyes heavy lidded as he hums, “I’m gonna push record now.”

Rhett can only manage a nod and Link pushes a button on the Go Pro. They resume kissing and Rhett can’t help but let out a whimper as Link…pushes him backwards. The push isn’t terribly forceful, but it’s enough that Rhett finds himself backing up towards the bed. He feels the tap of the mattress against the back of his knees and at Link’s next nudge, he falls back against it.

Link clambers over top of him and their lips have hardly broken contact the entire time. Link’s frame is slighter than Rhett’s, but not any less substantial, and Rhett groans, finding he rather likes it beneath the other man. More so when Link leverages himself up a little…higher. Somehow Rhett finds he feels…small. Something he’s never really ever felt before and the sensation shoots straight to his dick, more so when Link husks, “You ready to learn a new form?”

That was actually something Rhett remembers seeing in the script Link wrote. It was a haphazard line tossed in amongst the sillier remarks he’d picked out, but hearing it now, he shudders, “I…?”

“C’mon,” Link whispers against his neck, which he peppers with little sucking kisses, “Gotta master some other…movements…”

The last is said with a level of severity that Link’s surprised he manages, but also – hearing it – he can’t help but laugh at himself. Okay, so, his dialogue isn’t all that great. To be fair, he wrote it more for fun than anything.

And as kind of a segue into how Rhett should be prepared for him, not the other way around. Link supposes it was his approach to avoiding nerves – an air of bravado that would sustain him through any potential worries.

After all, Rhett’s not wrong. Rhett is experienced, he’s done a lot – in comparison, Link’s sexual history is dismal. Still, Link’s sure he can provide something the previous lovers didn’t and he, heart in his throat, asks, “Tell me, baby…you ever bottom?”

It was, in fact, a question he asked in his script but, also, one Link wanted to ask for real. Considering his stature, Link’s pretty sure Rhett hasn’t. And with Rhett’s answering groan of desire, the question is confirmed, albeit the core of it still unanswered. Link whispers, “…you want to?”

“Fuck,” Rhett manages in such a breathy way that Link feels his balls tighten, more so when he can feel Rhett’s whole body nod beneath him, “Yeah…”

“You want to?” Link asks again, wanting Rhett to be absolutely clear about what he’s agreeing to, even as Rhett’s head starts rapidly bobbing more and more, “Yes, yes…yes, I want to, Link.”

“Link?” he asks and it’s a clear tease, one met with Rhett groaning again, this time not from pleasure, so much as amused aggravation, “I’m not calling you Daddy, Link.”

“Mmm, not yet,” Link purrs into his chest even as he eases up enough to draw Rhett’s shirt up and over his head. Rhett, not to be outdone, grabs the bottom hem of Link’s shirt and, working together, the two ease it up and over Link’s head. Now shirtless, the two resume kissing and moving against one another, hips lewdly grinding even with their jeans on and Link absent mindedly wishes they’d worn something simpler to remove.

But the feeling of his denim clad erection rubbing roughly against Rhett’s does create a magnificent friction that draws a curse from him, his skin breaking out in a light sheen of sweat as they continue undulating. Rhett’s fingers, which had once more gripped to Link’s belt loops, now dive beneath the back of his waistband, dipping beneath his underwear and gripping his ass firmly and Link grunts his name approvingly.

If Link learned one thing from watching Rhett in that film, it’s that the man has amazing hands. Big palms, long fingers, and Jesus – his grip. He’s latched on and breathing heavily and the sounds of those pants in Link’s ear is better than any music he’s ever heard.

Another thing he learned from the film – cheesy music is not needed. Just the sounds of two people together, seeking pleasure, is more than enough to get the fires going. Although frankly, Link was on fire the moment his lips met Rhett’s. And it’s a fire that only stokes higher as he eases up, pulls back and Rhett goes with him.

Link’s legs are on either side of Rhett’s, practically putting him in Rhett’s lap and Rhett curls up, his mouth aimed at Link’s dusky nipples. He claims first the left, then the right, licking and nibbling at the sensitive tips and Link’s head falls back, Adam’s apple bobbing on a low groan because, yes.

He’s always had such a sensitive chest. It was a source of embarrassment for him once. That his nipples were such an erogenous zone. But now, with Rhett feasting there, he’s more than okay with it. Okay with Rhett’s hands having left his ass to grip at his bare back, to hold him still while he feasts on his chest.

Rhett’s teeth scratching through swaths of chest hair with abandon as they trail down as far as they can go before arching back up, searching out Link’s mouth and Link kisses him again, his hands tangling in the back of Rhett’s long hair, fingers ensnaring themselves deep within the mass of curls and tugging just so. Rhett whimpers at it, hips jutting upwards and Link feels himself bounce some, smirks into their kiss as he murmurs, “Tryin’ ta take me for a ride?”

His accent comes out thick, a sweet southern drawl and Rhett’s eyes are glossy green as he puts up again and Link’s own hips answer – a dirty dance beginning as they rock against one another. And while the simulation of the actual sex act is pleasing enough it’s just – not the real thing and that’s what Link wants.

He wants it, but not like this – not this time and he lets out a whine even as he forces himself up and off, forces himself to pull away and stand – his hands shaking as they remove his jeans. And while Rhett is still lying there on the bed – looking like some kind of sexual Adonis – Link can just make out the slightest sliver of insecurity in his eyes.

It hides well beneath the open lust, but it’s there. And even though he’s clad only in his underwear – a rather funny sight no doubt, given the way his stiff cock is making the material curve outwards – he asks gently, “You okay?”

Rhett nods and starts working off his own jeans and underwear, even as he breathes, “Just…look at you.”

“Me?” Link laughs lightly and Rhett nods, sitting up enough to pulls everything off. Once his cumbersome clothing is removed, he looks to Link again, his gaze full of wonder, “Yeah. I mean…you’re just-?”

Rhett licks his lips and swallows, his eyes darting away for a moment as he whispers, “You’re so…pretty.”

“Aw, shucks,” Link waves a hand before going to take his underwear off, “Bet you say that to all the guys.”

“I don’t,” Rhett intones with such severity that Link’s hands freeze on the elastic waistband of his underwear. Rhett’s looking at him now. Staring at him and Link feels all the tiny hairs on his body stand on end as Rhett speaks, “You’re…you’re beautiful, Link.”

Am I? Link wants to ask; but feels ridiculous at the prospect. He toys with repeating the sentiment – because (of course) Rhett is beautiful too. But there’s something about the way Rhett said it, about the way he’s looking at him, that keeps Link’s mouth closed. Keeps it closed as he finally removes his underwear and somehow that’s what breaks the serious tension between them, Rhett’s eyes going wide, “Oh.”

“What?” Link asks and he looks down and then back up again, confused.

“That’s…” Rhett runs a hand over his jaw, “That’s…a big dick.”

The shocked, delighted laugh that breaks out of Link is surprisingly loud but Rhett just sits up more, grinning, “No, I’m serious, man. You could make a lotta money in the biz with that thing.”

“I could?”

“Yeah. Big market in the big dick department.”

“…so what I wrote in the script was accurate?” Link waggles his eyebrows, shooting him a gloating look even as Rhett sighs in defeat, “Well-? Yeah? Yeah, I guess so…”

Link lets out a little ‘woo hoo!’ and it’s hard for Rhett not to chuck a pillow at him and call this whole thing off. Not that he ever would, smiling as he is. Smiling and chewing on his bottom lip as words rumble out from deep within his chest, “But do you know how to use it?”

Link goes over towards the nearby dresser and, far more smoothly than he even imagined, he draws out a tiny bottle of lube. He quickly coats one hand before tossing the bottle near Rhett and, making sure to keep eye contact, he takes a good grip on himself. His words come out in a pleasured hiss as he strokes himself, his length growing wet and slick, “You’re about to find out.”

The visible shudder that moves though Rhett makes Link have to tighten his hold, because it wouldn’t do to cum from just that. It’s hard though. Not to lose himself at the mere sight of Rhett’s sheer arousal. Still, he manages as his eyelids grow heavy, his voice thick with emotion as he murmurs, “Go one then, Rhett. Get ready.”

“…ready?”

Link nods and his chin juts towards the direction where he tossed the lube, the tiny bottle resting against Rhett’s left hipbone, “Ready for Daddy’s big dick.”

A strangled sound erupts from Rhett and Link knows it’s not a laugh. It’s something much more lascivious as Rhett takes the bottle and begins to coat his fingers. He lies back and parts his legs and Link just keeps talking, “That’s it. That’s a good boy. Draw your knees up…”

“Fuck, Link…” Rhett openly moans and does as instructed. He pulls his knees up and it makes himself more compact, smaller, and he arches his hips, makes sure to put himself on full display as his fingers drop to his entrance. He eases one finger in past the tight ring of muscle, then another, and Link keeps speaking, even as he continues to jack himself (the sound of his hand on his flesh bordering on obscene) as he speaks, “That’s it. Get yourself nice and open for me.”

“Link…”

“You’re so tiny, baby. Gotta make room for me.”

The tight mewl of pleasure that leaves Rhett at that, the way his hard cock stirs against his belly, the wet tip smearing the skin there as he does as Link asks, makes it difficult for Link to continue. He’s panting now and there’s not enough air and he needs to get in. He needs to take Rhett before he loses himself to all the sensory stimulation going on around him.

He kneels on the bed, making the mattress dip and Rhett’s fingers lose their rhythm. He slowly withdraws his fingers, a noise of discontentment leaving him but Link just shushes him, kisses him, before he grabs the nearby throw pillows.

They work together to adjust them beneath the curve of Rhett’s spine, making it more comfortable for him to lift his legs higher, the tops of his thighs pressing back lightly against his body. Link doesn’t want Rhett turned into a pretzel for them to fuck properly, for them to face one another – that won’t look good on camera.

Link’s not one of those driven by the sight of two lumped up forms – bodies a heaving, tangled mass while they work away at one another. Same goes for up close, zoomed in shots of their bodies making a connection. While pleasing in the moment and certainly something he likes to see in the throes of passion, it’s never been something he’s enjoyed in adult films.

Granted, it’s not like he can zoom in with the camera now, so that’s not something he has to worry about exactly, but the fact remains – the two things are not something he wants captured on film. He wants their movie to fulfill his tastes. In reflection, he should have asked for Rhett’s tastes as well, what he would have liked to see, but then he feels fingers pinch at one of his nipples and yelps.

“What was that for?!”

“You’re distracted,” Rhett hisses, squirming beneath him, “Distracted instead of fuckin’ me!”

“I was thinking…” Link looks to the camera and then to Rhett and then back again. Rhett’s head knocks back against the bed on a sigh, “Link, please don’t go all directorial on me now...”

Link lets out a pleased little chuckle, “Lil’ impatient?”

“Ain’t nothing little about me.”

“I beg to differ,” Link growls and he kisses Rhett, buries his hands in all his glorious hair and then – thankfully – he pulls back enough to take a good hold of himself, to direct himself in. Rhett chokes out a sound that is the perfect cross between pain and pleasure and Link glows, “Yeah, see that? You’re so small and tight, sweetheart. I don’t even know if you can fit all of me.”

The cords on Rhett’s neck stand out as he tosses his head back, whimpering as Link spears him open, as he cries, “Jesus, Link.”

“Yes?” Link asks in a strained voice, but one that is light with enjoyment. Because he knows. He knows that – if anything – there’s nothing little about him. And Rhett is recognizing that now. Recognizing that Link is big and thick and filling him up quite nicely. His body is doing its best to stretch, to be accommodating, but it’s hard.

As hard as Rhett’s own dick, which he reaches for, giving it one swift, firm stroke before Link lets out a snarl of disapproval. He snatches back Rhett’s hand, presses it hard back against the mattress with a light, chastising ‘nuh-uh-uh’ and Rhett lets out a tight whine because no. He needs more, he has to have it, and then Link moves.

And this is very much the definition of movement.

Link’s hips work like a well-oiled machine, his length beginning a steady pistoning in and out, and Rhett’s hands can’t help themselves, fleeing to Link’s ass, needing to hold on to something – anything. He grabs it hard – fingers digging in and pressing him down, pressing him deeper, and Link answers with a curse, Rhett’s name following after as he picks up the pace and it’s clear neither of them is going to last long.

Their lips lock and unlock in filthy, wet kisses – their damp foreheads pressing together now and then when they have to draw back for air and just breathe. But they share oxygen between the pants, the bed beneath the shaking slightly – shaking like their limbs and Link’s mouth moves to Rhett’s ear, brushing against it as he whispers, “That’s it. That’s my good boy.”

Rhett sobs and Link kisses his earlobe, gasping, “You going to cum from my big dick alone? You going to do that for Daddy?”

Another tight sound winds its way out of Rhett’s throat and his body is growing rigid even as it trembles and Link can feel him squeezing around him, can feel how close he is. The pressure is fantastic, yet link can’t help himself, can’t help but kiss Rhett’s cheek, can’t help but meet his eyes as he asks, “Tell me…”

“Yesssss,” Rhett hisses and Link presses for it, “Yes, what?”

“Yes!” Rhett pants, his head nodding, “Yes, Da-!”

He doesn’t finish saying it. The word ‘Daddy’ gets lost, becoming a pure, jubilant shout as his body breaks apart, his climax washing over him like a warm, sweet cascade. The feel of it – of Rhett breaking apart beneath him – the sight of him losing control – sends Link over and he cums harder than he ever has.

His body loses complete control, snapping like a rubber band pulled too tight and he knows he goes a little crazy – his body jack hammering away with the kind of force he would normally abhor, but – what can he do? Rhett feels so perfect around him.

Link’s lost – swept up in the storm of Rhett’s release and his own and Link can feel starkly hot, wet spurts against his stomach and his own body is going much the same within Rhett. The collide against one another, again and again, until all the stings of pleasure are wrung out of each of them. They end up a sweaty heap until Link rolls off and looks up at the ceiling, eyes wide, “Wow.”

The word comes out winded. Impressed. Rhett responds much the same. They both stare up at the ceiling and Link knows the camera is still recording, but he could honestly care less. He feels weightless, buoyant, and just as he thinks he might float up and out of his body. Rhett sighs, “I need a new job.”

Link frowns, eyebrows knitting together, and he turns to Rhett, confused, “What?”

Rhett doesn’t look at him, eyes still glues upwards, as he exhales, “Need a new job, man.”

“…why?”

Rhett turns to him and his green gaze is unbelievably soft, “Told you. I said I’d always planned on getting out when I met someone.”

Link doesn’t speak, he just waits. Waits for Rhett to make him one of the happiest men on planet earth, as he says, “And I met you.”

“Yeah?” Link asks shyly, uncertainly and at Rhett’s nod, he smiles, licking his lips, “You saying you like me?”

“Shit, bo, “Rhett laughs, “think it’s pretty obvious I do more’n just like you.”

“Oh?” Link’s heart twirls up inside him and truthfully? This? This is even better than the world shattering sex they just had. More so when Rhett rolls to one side and, looking deep into Link’s eyes, confesses, “Yeah. I love you, Link.”

I love you, Link.

Link rolls on to his side, kisses Rhett, and – finally – gets to say something he’s been thinking for a very long time, “I love you too.”

The film they made is raw, messy, and the best film Rhett thinks he’s ever made.

Link points out it didn’t win any awards, but Rhett boasts that Link IS the reward and honestly, Link will take that. He’ll take that and then some. Rhett drops out of the business; Link continues with school – they transition fully from roommates to friends to lovers and both recognize that this movement in their lives is far better than any other kind of movement.

Because it’s one they’re sharing together.

#rhink #my writing #peachworthy #oh my sweet peach

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